A year ago, Tsuga liked nothing more than to flush a few dozen Tiger Swallowtails from their puddling congregations on the gravel road by the garden, leaping with them as they burst into erratic flight, only to play the same frames backwards a minute later and regroup on the same invisible nectar.
This year, there are fewer swallowtails than last, and no Tsuga. I can’t tell you how much I miss that dog–a high-fidelity, low-maintenanceÂ companion.
Gandy likes butterflies too, but you could tell on her first successful bite she was disappointed in their taste. Looking at them, you’d expect more lemon and licorice.