I praise You God for the monarch butterfly, an awesome insect if ever there was one! Irresistably beautiful on a lazy summer day, but full of purpose in the fall-- migrating as much as three thousand miles to communal winter roosts on paper-thin wings. How can anything so seemingly frail make such a journey? How do they so unerringly find their way to these isolated mountain forests where they've never been? They are generations removed from the monarchs that wintered there the year before and then started north in the spring, each succeeding generation moving further north until there are monarchs drifting in meadows from Mexico to Manitoba. Each generation a lifespan of a few weeks until the final generation of the season. These make the two to three month journey to their winter roosts, survive the winter and head north again before producing the next generation the following spring. What a cool insect. Thank you God!
