The Life of Jack the Butterfly, a narrative . . .

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!!!