Birds and Butterflies and Moths

The following was originally posted on my Not A Travel Writer sub-tumblr. As tumblr dies following its ridiculous self-destruction, I have decided to correlate all my previous posts, from several places, here. It makes sense and, crucially, means I own my content. In theory, it also means it cannot be removed by anyone else.

There is rarely a day that goes by that I don’t find myself looking at a new (to me) bird, butterfly, or moth. Living so close to the edge of the city, near the jungle and mountains, the house is often visited by life that prefers the forest and cooler temperatures higher up. Although I’ve yet to witness it, there are sometimes jungle snakes here too.

I am very grateful for these things, happy that I am constantly reminded of how diverse and wonderful nature is. Even if I know I desperately need some guidebooks.

Today I met a bright electric blue butterfly and an orange, red, and yellow moth. Then, on the walk to the local washing machines, I saw a tiny bird I’ve never seen before, maybe a finch of some sort, or an insect specialist – it disappeared too fast to see properly.