The Sadness of the Butterflies

Spring and summer in the country.

The beautiful butterflies flutter about, laying eggs on everything that will sit still for it, eggs which will hatch into very hungry caterpillars that will eat the socks off your best veg.


The sweet birds flit about, singing their songs, getting into rumbles with the squirrels over the sunflower seeds, adding brilliant color and the miracle of flight to our humdrum, earthbound lives.

Well, let me tell you: It takes nerves of steel to live in the country. Because this.

butterflybit1 butterflybit2Birds + butterflies = bits.

Birds be all like, “I know how you feel about them caterpillars, so I ate the caterpillar bits and saved the bling for you. You’re welcome.”


I’m posting today at Fatal Foodies on a plate of vegan goodness so delicious I forgot there wasn’t any meat.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Which would you rather have, if you had to choose: birds or butterflies? Why?



I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

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One thought on “The Sadness of the Butterflies

  1. Dan

    July 21, 2015 at 7:30am

    It’s so hard to choose. I’d prefer if the birds at the caterpillars of the moths that eat the garden but not the pretty butterflies that we like to watch.

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  2. Holly Jahangiri

    July 21, 2015 at 8:45am

    Birds be like, “We’ve been watching how the cats do it, and see how you humans fall for that sh**…we want in on the action.”

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      Marian Allen

      July 21, 2015 at 12:52pm

      They already get all the sunflower seeds the squirrels will leave them. hmph!

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  3. Jane

    July 21, 2015 at 8:59am

    Since birds (like cats) are perfect ceatures, I can’t really line up against the butterfly killers. Er…

    OK, practically, the winged stage of the butterfly is extremely fleeting (except for monarchs, but that’s a whole different story!) compared to the rest of its life cycle. Once the lovely beauties have laid eggs, they are fair game.

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