Wednesday, April 23, 2008
One good thing...
I saw a Brimstone just now, flying strongly westwards down Kensington High Street (of all places). The original 'butter-fly', always a joy to see, first or last.
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I saw something so amusing yesterday while biking around a beautiful lake in Bucks County, Pa. I glanced away from the lake to the fields on the other side of the bike path and suddenly saw something pop up in the grass looking incredibly like a prairie dog. A prairie dog in a Pa. meadow? Not likely. The animal kept popping up and down and I crept close enough to see it was a big orange tabby cat playing with (euphemism) white butterflies. So cute (although maybe not for the butterflies who -- stupidly -- were not abandoning their buttercups).
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ReplyDeleteThat has just restored my, often missing, faith in human nature.
Butterflies are so trusting, Susan - and cats, sad to say, so untrustworthy. Just as well Bryan's away - he hates cats enough already...
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