True enough - cold, windy, rainy. However, after a few hours, the sun appeared, and Captain Butterfly disappeared. He was off to Rewell Woods, to look for PBFs - Pearl Bordered Fritillarys to all you non-butterfly buffs out there.
I sent Joy (in Expatland) a poem I just found. We spent many years of our expat life round at her parents house - and went on holidays with them, and camping trips. They had a mynah bird called Jekyll, who was quite fierce and noisy. When he died I wrote a poem for him.
So farewell then darling Jekyll
Now no voice our guests will heckle
No seed our floors will speckle
And no beak our hands will peckle
You’re a bird we’ll not forgetle
An eagle, not a starling!
Farewell then, Jekyll darling.
I haven't done much as I am still not very mobile. My medicine came. I studied, and I used up some veggies to make us a soup for our tea, and an apple crumble to go along with it. "Will there be custard?" asked Captain B when he rang me from the woods to tell me about the PBF situation.