Painted Lady MIgration

A Spring surprise, the Painted Lady Butterfly migration

There's so many! They rest on the Lilac before continuing.


All through the town the migration continued for a few days.







The sweet air perfumed by Lilac and Butterfly's!

Welcome Spring!



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