Same old same old (not that I'm complaining). Partly cloudy, high of 78.
This time of year is peak butterfly-counting season. The North American Butterfly Association sponsors a yearly butterfly census, where butterfly enthusiasts are encouraged to pick a circle with a 15-mile diameter and record all butterflies found within.
The catch is, butterflies are very picky about being seen. As a South Carolina census-taking group learned this weekend, if weather conditions aren't just right, they'll stay hidden:
Typically, heat is a factor in the count. But Saturday, census takers were stymied by cloudy skies that kept butterflies under leaves and branches and not dancing out in the sun.
The NABA site lists several local chapters of butterfly groups in the New York area, though none of them appear to be participating in the 2004 census. Hey, you can always do some solo butterfly-watching--the US Geological Survey lists all butterflies that can be seen in New York, from the Monarch, to the Monarch-wannabe, the Viceroy, to the good old Great Spangled Fritillary.





I may be completely high, but I somehow recall recently reading some short little story about a butterfly on the subway, no wait... that was from You've Got Mail. Ugh, now I've admitted it...
I've often wondered what butterflies do when it gets windy. If they are flying, I can't imagine they have much control over where they are going.