Butterflies, Bronzes, Nudes, & a Turtle

One last Monday trip to the Ringling Museum before heading home. I didn't even go into the museum, just wandered the grounds.

I've said this too many times, but I have a love/hate relationship with butterflies.

WHY CAN'T THEY LEARN TO SIT, SIT, SIT?
WHY DO THEY HAVE TO FLIT, FLIT, FLIT?

I talked to the monarch like I talk to Diesel the Devil Dock Dog. 

"Ok, nice landing. You are so pretty. Now...SIT AND STAY!"

She listened about as well as Diesel the Devil Dock Dog does. She got all in a snit, and away she did flit.