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26 September 2008

Peanut’s Post of the Butterfly Conservatory





Our bus pass expired in a few hours and Grandma and I still wanted to see a couple of things in Niagara Falls. Peanut was so desperate to see the Butterfly Conservatory, however, that we decided to go the distance. At the entrance I asked how long it usually takes to walk through and the woman said, “Oh, not more than half an hour” but I knew better.

Heartfelt thanks showered Peanut afterwards as we all more than enjoyed ourselves. What an incredibly brilliant, magical world -- the best display of butterflies we’ve ever seen. in fact, it's the biggest conservatory in North America. And...as I could have predicted, we were there no less than 2 hours. This was a rare experience in Peanut’s life where she actually got her fill of nature – we didn’t rush her.

These are her 3 best pictures and this is her journal entry:

“We went to the butterfly place and I saw all kinds of butterflies: orange ones and pink ones and lots more than these. Butterflies feed on sugar water and oranges; we got to see them do this. Some of them had fake eyes on their wings, thinking to the predators it was an oval eye. They would be fooled!

Mom wanted Little Man and Doodle to see poison dart frogs and a turtle that was there, too. We could not find them! Finally we found Little Man and Doodle and showed them the turtle.

Now, the secret about the oval eyed butterflies was that inside, on their wings, was bright, beautiful, shiny blue. Mom kept trying to take a picture of them but they rarely opened their wings when they landed, so mom could not get a picture of them -- not even when they were flying because they were flapping their wings. Mom’s camera battery ran out so I had to try to take a picture of them now. Mom found two on a wall with their wings open but I scared them away by accident. We kept on trying and trying and finally Grandma found one perfectly posing on a wall, and I got two great shots of it. And before we left, a butterfly with wings the color of a wheat field at sunset landed on me.”

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