Brown on Yellow and Green

Confused Cloudywing, Golden Ragwort
Brown on Yellow and Green.

Butterflies and flowers are made for one another. On a recent hike in Virginia’s Shenandoah National Park, many wildflowers were in full bloom, and from their joyous, creative aerial dances the butterflies couldn’t have been happier.

Little skipper butterflies were most abundant. I found this one, which I believe to be a Confused Cloudywing, flitting from bloom to bloom on this patch of Golden Ragwort, a daisy-like flower.

The afternoon sun nicely illuminated this invigorating scene. “Brown on Yellow and Green” is my Photo of the Week.

© Bruce Stambaugh 2018

Author: Bruce Stambaugh

Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.

5 thoughts on “Brown on Yellow and Green”

    1. Jennifer,
      I had the same problem, especially with skippers like these. However, this one showed up as I was attempting to photograph the flowers and got a bonus when the butterfly stayed on this particular clump.

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  1. Bruce, A few years ago I was working in Virginia and

    my birthday, August 23rd, fell on weekend. I took the day off

    with friends for a short road trip to Old Rag Mountain in

    the Shenandoah National Park for a day hike.

    On the way out of the beltway on the interstate I kept noticing

    blue butterflies flitting across the highway, which I thought

    odd and out of place. Later, driving on lesser roads and gravel

    roads to the trail head, the number of butterflies we saw was

    astonishing, thousands, everywhere. I remember a low spot in

    the road, a dip that held a large muddy puddle, that looked like

    ten feet of the road had been paved with blue butterflies.

    There obviously had been a “hatch” very recently and the results

    were something to see.

    I’d go out of my way to be in the Shenandoah again around that

    date just to see it again.

    Hope you’re well. Tell Neva I said hey. Tell her I’ve simplified

    my fried corn meal mush by just cooking the corn meal in a

    double boiler and then ladling it out on a hot griddle, skipping

    the cold loaf step. Easier, but maybe not the same gratifying aesthetic.

    Bye for now,

    Joe in Spokane


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    1. Thanks, Joe. That’s interesting about the butterflies. Were they all blue or blue and black with spots? The group in the mud was what is called a puddling of butterflies. They are often seen doing that, extracting minerals from the mud and other items like scat that are in open areas. We are well, just having lots and lots of rain right now. Give our best to Janice.


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