A Rabble of Wings

What do you call a group of butterflies? Depends who you ask. It could be a flutter. A kaleidoscope. A swarm. A rabble.

I like rabble — at least for what descended on my chives the other day.

Bumblebees had been over the flowers days earlier. I  assumed they’d cleaned out the cupboard. Apparently not.

Twelve to 15 fritillaries with their long probosci (aka feeding tubes) found a sweet spot, one the bumblebees couldn’t reach.

Coming and going. Wings a-flutter. Bumping into each other. Hosing up the nectar.

Yup. Definitely a rabble.


Atlantis fritillary   Speyeria atlantis