A black swallowtail meandered around the garden yesterday. She (lots of blue) flew with an awkward grace--she stopped to rest on the edge of a large grape leaf, then slowly revealed her wings. The left was missing both its tail and a chunk in the upper wing. She had a story to tell, but she kept silent.
Black swallowtails are particular about what to feed their young--carrots, fennel, and dill. She circled the garden a couple of times, then flew over the fence. In a couple of minutes she arced around the garden again, then left.
I will look for pearls (eggs) on the dill today.
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