Remember the black butterfly in the April 21 post? I can't say I'm sure insects talk to each other, but...
Several days ago during my walk thru' the park, I saw and began sketching another beautiful black butterfly with blue vents. Well, a man came walking down the path, scaring it away. I said to myself it had been too good to be true and was about to put away my things, when the butterfly came back! I resumed my drawing, but a woman came from the opposite direction, making the butterfly flutter away. This footpath was made for humans; I berated myself. I couldn't expect to draw a butterfly...but I found myself open-mouthed as it came back to the same spot almost as if to say, "Draw me NOW!"
This butterfly...people can call me funny in the head; I really have no other way of explaining it but to say it intentionally, consciously, wanted to be drawn. And is it in my imagination? Having seen how black butterflies usually act, I think the other one actually told it there was a human--me--who will draw its picture. As I oohed and aahed at the pretty design, it strained to hold the wings open for me, which I then sketched as quickly as I could.
It still awes me how God could come up with so many different colors and patterns I see in wildlife...I wonder if critters ever marvel at how there are so many strange types of humans?
