We released our very eager butterflies, all ten of them, yesterday after breakfast: a perfect day. They could probably smell the fresh air (or freedom, as you like) as we were bringing them out because three of them slipped out even before I had the top completely unzipped.
There were a few stragglers that needed a little more prodding, guidance on getting out of their basket.
This one in particular, the last, had some issues from the start: its shed chrysalis was still stuck to a couple of its legs, so Daddy helped to take it off.
And back by popular demand: the sand table.
