Saturday was a beautiful day so I went for a walk searching for signs of spring. I walked the trails along the Mississippi. I heard chickadees and robins and juncos and blue jays and crows and mallards and golden eye ducks. I had my eyes roaming up and down looking for messages from my favorite season. The air was warm like spring but I found no blooming hepatica in the forest or bluebirds perched on branches. The path I walked on was slightly muddy in spots. Sometimes I kept my eyes on the path to avoid getting my shoes wet. As I looked down I saw the shadow of a flying creature above the shadow of my right shoulder. I looked up to find it. Was it a bird? No, it was a mourning cloak; one of the first butterflies to be seen in the spring. The dark brown wings trimmed with white are very distinctive. I guess this butterfly saw me before I saw it.
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