I wrote a story about the Palamedes butterfly who seemingly was standing his ground between me and the black snake. In the strong wind, he held onto the grass blade, wings outstretched, looking menacing I suppose. I never saw the snake, as I was crouched down on my belly, busy taking the butterflies photograph. Only when I noticed a black blob in the viewfinder moving, did i look up and see the snake. When I did, the snake darted back into the underbrush and the butterfly flew off.
I wrote a story about the Palamedes butterfly who seemingly was standing his ground between me and the black snake. In the strong wind, he held onto the grass blade, wings outstretched, looking menacing I suppose. I never saw the snake, as I was crouched down on my belly, busy taking the butterflies photograph. Only when I noticed a black blob in the viewfinder moving, did i look up and see the snake. When I did, the snake darted back into the underbrush and the butterfly flew off.
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