Every fall, a magical event takes place in the animal world -- the annual monarch butterfly migration to Mexico. By instinct alone, the butterflies go to the same mountains that their ancestors left the previous spring. Somehow, they find a place in Mexico that they've never seen before.
On Saturday afternoon, the monarchs stopped in Fort Worth. My wife was working in the backyard and suddenly found herself in a cloud of monarch butterflies. The moment was silent and sublime.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
One Sublime Moment
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we've got a plant in our front yard (of course i don't know the name of it) where 5-6 monarchs congregate all the time. a nice little bonus.
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