About a 1,000 feet from our house there is a “grove” of dying coastal oaks overrun with ivy. Each year in late October migrating monarch butterflies stop here briefly before gathering at nearby Pacific Grove, the self-proclaim butterfly capital of (the world?). I saw one monarch two days ago and about12 yesterday. Some people claim they see thousands at a time, but for me, I’m just out for a walk, so I see what I see. I simply find it amazing that these butterflies travel thousands of miles and like a city bus, make the same stops “on schedule” year after year. There was one monarch on the job yesterday in my bee-laden backyard ivy, although it bumped into a bee several times–they coexisted busily.
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