Trees filled with
gently fluttering butterflies, sunlight shining through their gossamer wings .
. . Lovely fantasy, right? Well it
turns out that in the town of 1770, they really do have a butterfly forest. The
town is home to hundreds of blue tiger butterflies. We were going on a hike up
to see where Captain Cook’s ship, the Endeavour,
sailed in, in, you guessed it, 1770. As we were walking, we noticed a few
bright blue butterflies. We kept walking and burst into a butterfly blizzard.
Not exaggerating in the slightest. The trees were hung with butterflies. They
looked like strange, exotic fruit. There was a deep gully just off the path and
at the bottom, trees that were so thick with butterflies, the trees looked
dead, the butterflies disguised as dead leaves. I managed to scramble down the
dusty incline with the camera and snapped a few pictures. Ta-da!
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| Our first glimpses of the butterflies . . . |
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| Butterfly Blizzard! |
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| More butterflies . . . |
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| Hundreds of butterflies adorned the trees . . . |
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