SOME BUTTERFLY FRIENDS 



flights we should have no Anosias with 

 us each summer, for unlike other butter- 

 flies the frost kills them in whatever 

 form they remain to brave it. All sum- 

 mer long their long, red wings bear 

 them bravely from one clump of milk- 

 weed to another. They sip the honey 

 which each floret of the umbels holds 

 forth, the sticky mass the size of a pin- 

 head. They lay their eggs upon its 

 leaves and the black and yellow cater- 

 pillars hatch and feed there. Then 

 they hang in a green and gold chrysalis 

 from a nearby twig till the imago, the 

 perfect butterfly, bursts its bonds and 

 sails away to find more milkweed. 

 There may be several broods of a sum- 

 mer, but the frost stops all that. The 

 monarch may not winter here, nor may 

 his eggs or chrysalids survive the 

 cold. 



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