2 posts tagged “butterfly”

Only just yesterday, this lil caterpillar was moving like a freight train through my little tank... one day later... it was covered in little furry eggs and didn't seem to be moving.

Note on photo above: Butt view

She wasn't eating yesterday so I went down into the forest in my corporatey too-tight-for-hills-skirt after work thinking that maybe she needed young saplings of the host plant.

Note on photo above: The lifeless or paralysed head... hanging out sadly... instead of covered with its fleshy mantle.

I hesitated initially about going into the forest in my slippers... but... the thought of her starving was unbearable.  

Note on photo above: When Katie was alive... and parasited... (maybe it's those weird tear shaped white markings on its sides)...:(

After running around in the forest till almost dark, I found all the saplings I needed.  And was treated to a rare display (to me, anyway) of huge Saturns chasing each other in the darkness above my head.  I'd never seen them like that before in the daytime.  All out and about in the open.

It was an amazing sight...HOWEVER... I don't think I'd do that again anytime soon.

The forest at night is a really spooky place.  Its a complete opposite of the beauty it breathes in the daylight.

Sadly, Katie was dead and all my effort was wasted.

I'd been so horribly busy lately.  What with all the running around in the forests at night and attending way too many weddings and Christmas parties (before Christmas even!). 

But baking gingerbread for people I love is really fun!  Only downside is that I don't want to touch a gingerbread man after having been wafted with that overly sweet smell of brown sugar, golden syrup and ginger powder from preparation to decoration.

In my opinion, baking and decorating them is way more fun than eating them! (I tried bringing them on the field while shooting butterflies in case I got hungry... but I kept getting attacked by ardent ants!)

Note on photo above: The reds and whites so exactly matching the pagoda flower's it's easy to imagine that butterflies are just flowers that can fly.

Beautiful Days

The past 2 days were cutouts of a child's crayon drawings of cheerful blue skies, puffy little sheep of clouds and a big yellow sun with great big rays of yellow sunshine.  It makes me want to run around waving my arms in the air screaming "whee!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Note on photos above: I found flowers in bloom and berries in trees.  Who can resist such succulent colours and textures?

Blooming Beauty Everywhere

And just like a child's drawing of big red globes of apples in trees and huge pink flowers in the bushes, the trees and schrubs and plants were also heavy with fruits and flowers.  There was a heady smell of sweetness in the air.  The bees went crazy with it, and above them the dragonflies and above them, the birds.  

Note on photo above: A pristine female common mormon zipping away amongst the pagoda flowers.

The Butterflies Return

And with them, the butterflies were back in full force.  I found myself unable to leave patches of activity, with different groups of butterflies making their rounds on the same flowers... Painted Jezebels, Lemon Emigrants, Mottled Emigrants, Yellows, Common Mormons, Plain Tigers and Biggs' Brownies all fighting for space and territory.

Note on photo above: Plenty though they may be, plain tigers are not cooperative.  It wouldn't let me close enough to get a topside open winged shot...so I shot one with its face in a flower.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Note on photo above: This would be my first tatty shot of a tatty Common Evening Brown in Singapore.  I'd only ever shot one in Malaysia.  Probably cos I never shoot at the hours where it's likely to waltz out of hiding in this country.  Today this particular individual obliged.  And I was happy to get my first shot of a Singaporean Common Evening Brown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Note on photos above: The dwarf crow was characteristically uncooperative as usual.  But at least it played musical flowers at a much slower rate than the emigrants and jezebels. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Note on photos above:  I was surprised by the number of flying eggs on site this morning.  They were chasing each other very aggressively, flying tiring circles around each other repeatedly till even I felt tired for their fluttery wings.