Through a naturalist’s eyes
"I was working in the woodshed (the ony nasty thing was a large spider), tidying up before stacking the wood for this winter's fires. Every now and then a Peacock butterfly fluttered in, did not like what it found, and fluttered out. But some had already made the choice. Moving a stack of old boards revealed half a dozen Peacocks. I was able to replace the boards without disturbing them, expect for one butterfly which slowly spread its wings. The board had to be shifted, so my solution was to put it in the sun, with the idea that the butterfly would wake up and fly off in search of another resting place."