A Swallowtail is Born

“Come down! Come down!” AdventureMan is calling me from the garden, and I can tell it is something special.

“Look! He just came out of the chrysalis! He’s still wet!”

It is a beautiful new swallowtail butterfly. When the eggs are laid – it takes a mere second, a mere brush-by as the tiny egg is placed on the fennel – they are a mere 1/32 of an inch, you can barely see them with your bare eyes.

It is 78° in the cool of the morning, the best part of the day. The sun is coming up, and a new swallowtail is drying off, preparing to fly away to a new life.

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