The Life of Jack. Written yesterday by Dorothy, a butterfly advocate. Great news--our buddy Jack was born yesterday, and what a beauty! It was fascinating watching him climb the jar searching for the best place to park for chrysalis. This dude was beyond thorough--the process took hours. Predictably, after birth, it took him a bit longer to get ready for flight. So he hung out in the jar, grooving to I-tunes and sipping tea. Anyway, when I opened the jar, he immediately flew--to the rim of the jar. And sat there. And sat there. And sat there. Despite enjoying the hilarity of this guy, I decided to offer my index finger. He looked at it, studied it, sniffed it, sprinkled it with salt, and climbed aboard. And sat there. And sat there. I mentioned to him that it was a beautiful day for flight, pointed out the blue sky, the soft breeze, the perfect temperature. And he sat there. So I started singing, and Bam--he took off. On to my hair. So I slightly turned my head and he flew so beautifully. I miss him already. Thank you again for this wonderful gift.
Thank you, Dorothy!!!