Hanging by a Thread

As I wrapped up some necessary gardening chores early this morning, I saw a newly emerged Pipevine Swallowtail, Battus philenor, resting near its former home, the shell of its chrysalis.

I should have dropped the pruning shears, wiped the brow, and grabbed my camera, but I didn’t. By the time I remembered that there was a photo worth getting, the butterfly was off to its adult business: its wings dry, its proboscis unfurled for nectaring, and the search of a mate a keen objective.

Every day, I pass by this seedling where the caterpillar made its home for a few weeks; I never noticed it. The chrysalises are such small, unobtrusive things, it’s easy to miss them in the lush of the garden. I’m not a scorched earth pruner, but when it’s hot and humid and I’ve had just about enough for one morning, it’s sometimes easy to forget the garden’s purpose. I guess the chrysalis isn’t the only thing hanging by a thread.

I’ve seen a Pipevine flitting in the garden today; I’m glad it was up and out in the early morning, shedding its temporary home for the wider world.

11 thoughts on “Hanging by a Thread

  1. You would think that I might see a chrysalis or two, given the amount of time I spend outdoors, but I’ve never found one. I think one advantage of a garden is the ability to see the same patch of land on a daily basis and notice the little changes. On the other hand, I’m seeing butterflies galore now, which is a real delight. And caterpillars? Oh, my goodness. It seems to have been an extraordinarily good year for them!

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      • Oh, thanks for the link. I’m always happy to see owlets: here or there or anywhere. I have heard my owlets and have seen some owls, but it’s usually too dark to tell if it’s parents or fledglings. At least two are alive!

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