What a journey; from tiny caterpillars to beautiful Painted Ladies – and all in the space of a few weeks.
As previous posts attest, I love butterflies and the kit was one of my birthday presents but all the generations of our family have enjoyed watching them grow – from Freya right up to my dad. My mother-in-law, who was visiting last weekend, was genuinely sad that she missed seeing the first butterfly emerge by an hour.
We kept them on top of our big bookcase away from direct sunlight, drafts and little hands but where we could easily keep an eye on them.
They had been chrysalides for so long I was beginning to think that nothing was going to happen. In fact, I walked towards the netted tube and said to Mark: “I think they are all dead….oh, apart from this one which is now a butterfly.” Then, one by one, they all appeared, emerging with their wings all scrunched up and then gradually unfolding.
It was with a mixture of sadness and happiness that we set them free this week. I hadn’t expected to grow attached to them – it’s not like they were pets – but I got used to watching them in their various stages and looking after them.