I remember on two occasions over the last fifteen years, traveling across Lake Ponchartrain and seeing, by the tens-of-thousands, Monarch butterflies, making their trek to the Gulf coast on their way west, and then further south. The last time I saw this was about five years ago. I could see numbers of Monarchs scattered across the sky, as I drove across the 24-mile-long “Causeway” bridge at 60 mph. I had heard of this phenomenon. But when I saw it first hand, it was an exciting event and it made a lasting impression on me. It gave me a tiny glimpse, I imagined, of what one might see in the Monarch wintering grounds in the fir-forested mountains of central Mexico. I feel lucky to have witnessed this event both times. I hope my grandchildren get to see it one day.
I know not much about butterflies, but I know people who have studied and know butterflies particularly well, and it is their concerns that have opened my eyes to the precipitous status of the butterflies, and insects in general, here in our often nearly-ecologically-blind country: the U.S.A. Its a pretty scary story, actually. Frighteningly so.
take the few minutes to read this link, printed in the New York Times, this past Friday, by Jim Robbins, author of The Man Who Planted Trees: Lost Groves, Champion Trees, and an Urgent Plan to Save the Planet
Good day, Y’all!