Early morning, July 15th, three butterflies emerge from the chrysalises, black swallowtails. They pop out crumpled and slowly unfold. They pump fluid into their wings and body, droplets visible on leaves and flat surfaces. They hang around for more than an hour getting themselves sorted out. The first full wing spread is awesome. Born! There is such grace and poetry to this transformation, total magic. They are emerging a couple each day, early in the morning. Until the sun is on them they stay still, but then there's a lot of fluttering. They have blossoms, sugar water, and cut up fruit slices, but will be released into the wild when all have emerged. Next year's plan: buy lots of parsley.
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