My new butterfly record is of Zizula cyna, a tiny subtropical blue that should not be here. It was taken near the Section 16 Trail, as the label says. I will go back this summer to see if it might persist in that environment. It is not particularly unusual to find stray subtropical butterflies in Colorado, but one this tiny is hard to imagine. Perhaps it came on a car with travelers, but if so, it flew hundreds of yards to the locality in which I found it. So, maybe…
We had the great fortune to travel to Australia to my daughter’s wedding (is she the prettiest bride in the world?). After the wedding, Callie, Andrew, and his parents, Russ and Anne, showed us around Southern Victoria. This was one fabulous blast before the coronavirus took over the world.
On the Great Ocean Road, southwest of Melbourne, we spent some time with the Twelve Apostles (renamed from “The Sow and Her Piglets” to increase tourism). And we were lucky to see the tiny keystone arch, which might be gone by our next visit!
The birds jumped out as quite a spectacle: the Galah, noted for acting like a silly old man, the Crimson Rosella, probably the most gaudy bird we saw, the tiny New Holland Honeyeater, which eats nectar, the Cockatoos, which were everywhere, pillaging trees great and small, and finally, the Rainbow Lorakeets. This is just a start.
Some of the more striking features of the coast, besides the Apostles (Sow and Piglets) were along the cliffs at Mornington Peninsula National Park. This outcrop I call the Crocodile Mouth Headland.