The last thing on my mind when I’m hiking this time of year is butterflies…it’s cold and there are few flowers in bloom. But, I pass through a sunny clearing in the forest on my daily walks and invariably have my day dreams interrupted by the flutter of a Mourning Cloak butterfly. Males emerge from hibernation this time of year and “perch” in a sunny opening to attract a mate and breed. I’ve cut firewood nearby and the sap oozing from stumps is a likely food source.
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