a small heath butterfly landed near by,
so a butterfly hunt followed to see what else we had fluttering around the garden. We followed the small heath to a patch of flag iris to the rear of the garden, and up flew a blue! with the help of Mr S who followed the blue butterfly with his eyes and called up directions, I picked my way carefully through the irises to get to the blue. On my way I caught a flash of orange out of the corner of my eye, so I then ignore Mr S's directions and veer off to hunt for my orange butterfly calling down to Mr S' I think we have a frit!!!!' Mr S doesn't hear me and is still giving me directions to the blue - 'But it's a frit!!!! I find it sitting on a leaf close to the ground surrounded by iris leaves and Mr S comes up to see what I have found. Sure enough it was a fritillary, a beautiful small pearl bordered fritillary -
We never did get to the blue!
