Foto Friday 142: Crimson Rose
they call me Rose, Crimson Rose I’m a swallow tail butterfly, look at me pose hear the oohs and ohs, …
they call me Rose, Crimson Rose I’m a swallow tail butterfly, look at me pose hear the oohs and ohs, …
it’s a different world below where birds hang by their legs walk upside down in muddied waters the sky waiting …
A danaid eggfly came fluttering by said ‘hello!’ in tones mellow then left to sip honey in a hurry… Hypolimnas misippus, …
This is third in the Rufous Treepie series. First there was the juvi (juvenile) who found the hammer and then …
Here is another Rufous Treepie tale for this week’s Foto Friday (There will be one more next week). The baby treepie is …
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