It was a Sunday bike ride, part of my 3-P-100 (paddle, peddle, or plod 100 miles/month), that took me by several fields of Helianthus, a lower classification of sunflower. In this one, I found a bunch of late migrating monarch butterflies. I was hoping to get a picture of one with its wing outstretched, but there was enough of a breeze that as soon as they landed, like a sailor furling his sails, they would immediately flatten their wings. The breeze would swing them into the wind where they could then pretty much ignore the wind as they inspected the blooms.
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