Went downstairs a little while ago, and I could hear this flapflapflapflap buzzy noise, very faintly in the corner of one kitchen window. And there was a pretty little pure white moth, fuzzy and new, little wings just buzzing away, trying to fly.
So.
I picked it up, and it spent two or three minutes propelling itself up the back of my hand and down, and every minute you could see it getting stronger. It even flang itself into the air and landed on the porch floor, flapflapflapflap, and I'd pick it up again. Did that three or four times and finally gave a hop and took off into the sky.
Oh, the joy of flight. Happy happy moth. flapflapflapflap...
And a sparrow came along, swooped down, and that was the end of that.
Sigh.
The circle of life. At least he had his moment of flight.
ReplyDeleteI knowwww. But the poor thing. wheeee lookit meeee I can fly I can fly I ca--
DeleteSaw this happen to a beetle I picked up to photograph. I managed two shots then in the blink of an eye a bird had it. I felt dreadful.
ReplyDeleteyep. It's like you set the poor thing up to be snacks. And even when you can rationalize the whole thing, and know it's not Your Fault, it's still a dreadful feeling.
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