I do like a good broken winged bird. And one who looks like she’s not giving up hope just yet. What is hope? I feel like an Emily Dickinson poem would fit nicely right here. Hope is the thing with feathers.

She’s starting to be okay with being broken and disappointing everyone. She’s still here trying though.

And this weekend we encountered one of the coolest moths I’ve seen besides the Luna moth a month back. A cecropia moth! One of the largest in North America. Here is my rendition. Oh gosh the wings are not perfectly sized. Oh well. Disappointing!

Here it is post mortem, sadly it was dying when we found it.

Here it is alive, so beautiful! All the moths seem to find my porch. I know why though, sadly they’re attracted to that big light that I can’t get rid of. They’re all just dying from obsessing over the light. I don’t know what to do. I hope at least it got to mate and continue the life cycle. One could hope!