August 3 Happiness Challenge

A little earlier, as I stood with the camera at the corner of the house trying to catch a different bird I was seeing eating sorghum, a flutter caught my eye.

It was, I think, a Monarch butterfly. It was very high in the sky, catching the shifting breeze and floating along. I was so entranced by its path that I didn't turn the camera to try to capture it; I watched instead as it drifted, fluttering its wings so delicately and yet so powerfully that I wasn't sure that the slight wind that touched my check didn't come from them.

The butterfly floated along and dropped out of my sight, landing, I suppose, or fluttering lower to the ground.

It was beautiful.