This has been a fantastic year for swallowtails. I tried for three years to get a picture of an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail one in the urban parks near my home, then in the suburbs, and finally out on the wooded fringes. Once in a while, I caught a flash as one soared effortlessly 50 ft above my head in the treetops. Mostly it was zilch.
This year I’ve seen – okay, not dozens yet! – but certainly more than 0. Scientifically, I know there are reasons why some years are better than others. But on another level, I wonder at the beauty and variety that we get, sitting here while one year the painted ladies are swarming states, and another year the golden wings of swallowtails descend from their treetops to grace vacant lots and pocket parks.