On Sunday, I was out in our patio area cleaning up from a neighborhood gathering we had at our house the night before. I came across a Monarch butterfly that has just transformed and had fallen to the ground from his chrysalis shell somewhere, not sure where. He was on the ground struggling to get up. His wings were still wet so he didn’t have the wing lift and balance to walk over to a pole, chair or anything to let his wings dry.
I reached down and he immediately grabbed my finger. I secured him in the palm of my hands with his delicate wet wings and introduced him to one of the milkweed plant stems so he could hang properly to dry his wings.
He was on the milkweed for a couple of hours and when I went out to check on him, he was flapping his wings, wanting to fly. His first flight right out of the gate, he went straight back to the ground. I reached down again and helped him with a couple of flights out in the yard. He still continued to fly to the ground. I picked him back up and positioned him on our patio Lantana bush to get his bearings again and to feel safe. I grabbed my camera to take a few pictures and this little Fiery Skipper came along side of him. They looked so sweet together, as the Monarch butterfly reached out his hand to the Fiery Skipper butterfly, like I reached out for him to help save his life. It was such a precious moment to share with them. The sweet Monarch butterfly later was able to take flight up in the air. I am so honored to have been a part of his life even if it was just for the day. Life is so precious.
Cheering for all the Monarch butterflies out there as they travel and migrate to Mexico.