Ladies and gentlemen, we have Monarchs.
Well, one of them anyway. He's only a quarter of an inch long, and all of his buddies are still just white specks on the milkweed, but he's here.
And he's lucky, too. This one milkweed stalk is the only one along the pasture fence path that didn't get mowed this week. Hubby has been duly warned to avoid it on pain of death. But I think, just to be sure, I'll put a tomato cage around it. Hubby can be a little "forgetful" about not mowing my favorite weeds.
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