Friday’s Hunt v3.24

Friday’s Hunt

This week we’re looking for Starts with X, Week’s Favorite, and Insect. 

Week’s Favorite

George P. Coleman Memorial Bridge


Starts with X: X-acto knife


Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly



Friday Randomness

Friday Randomness

1. Here’s another photo from The Porches writers retreat. See? I do mornings on occasion. 

Foggy morning at The Porches

2. It’s been hot and humid some days. 

The Mourning Dove has the right idea to cool off. They don’t often use the tall birdbath. A cicada exoskeleton can be seen attached below.

3. Some of us have bad plumage days.

Looks a little moth-eaten.

4. This hinders bird photography through the kitchen window.

I got her underside earlier, then she turned her good side toward the window.

5. Do you think the Tiger Swallowtail was trying to hide from me?

Becoming one with the lantana.

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Lions and Tigers and Bees, Oh My!

Ok, I admit it, the lion part was fiction. Unless you consider I was “lion down” on the job, preoccupied with earthquakes and hurricanes. 

Before our little earth-shaking adventure, I was out in the yard and found not one, but TWO Tiger Swallowtails on the butterfly bush. 

And a bumblebee, too!Tomorrow, I’m going to have a guest posting my blog. I can’t wait for you to meet her! 




In anticipation of those lovely winged creatures returning to the backyard, I decided to celebrate them with a blog post. This card was made by dry-embossing a brass stencil on vellum, then layering it over card stock on which the design was stenciled using Brilliance inks.

In 2008, we decided to cultivate a butterfly garden. A work in progress, it attracted several varieties of butterflies; and I got a newfound appreciation for those who are able to photograph them well. There’s a saying, “time waits for no man.” Well, neither do butterflies! They flit and flutter almost constantly in their search for nectar. Some species tend to move away from curious camera-wielding onlookers, some go on about their business, and others will flutter around the head of said curious onlooker!

Tiger swallowtail


Last year, we planted this:

Butterfly weed





And got several of these:

Monarch caterpillars






Which turned into this:






Then into this:






Words can not explain the elation I felt in finding this one initially perched on the edge of the potting bench. It was camera shy, and escaped to the side of the electric meter, though its wings were still wet. This was the best gift, ever, to be able to witness the transformation.

What the caterpillar calls the end, the master calls the butterfly.
-Richard Bach