Mild Mannered Monarch

This fellow (I’ve been told, I can’t remember how to sex them. It’s amazing I remember anything, given the poking around in ‘Fetal Alcohol Syndrome’ I’ve just done. Never put it together, just in jest, “I may have been smarter if my mother hadn’t smoked and drank during pregnancy.” But it surely could account for my direction dyslexia, having everything wired up backwards, to this day).

In the front garden, they are very nervous and skittery. But in the back, fenced in, they (there are two), discovered the Dahlias and let me get right up close. It was marvelous fun.