There is a country song that asks “whatcha gonna do with a cowboy in the morning?” I found this butterfly after the bad storm (here in Lincoln, Nebraska) two weeks ago laying in a pot of water. I thought it was dead and took it out and held it in my hand while I talked to my friend ~ my plan was to show my animal-loving young grandson. Well it started to move. The first couple days she didn’t look great with messed up wings, but then she rallied. She can’t fly so going outside is not an option. All that was blooming was dandelions and it was pretty cold in the following days so I have been giving her fresh dandelions and sugar water on a cotton pad. It is now day 15 and like the “whatcha gonna do with a cowboy in the morning” song ~ I’m wondering what kind of commitment have I gotten myself into.
