This is an Eastern Tiger Swallowtail. The poor thing has definitely been through some trauma, but it can still fly. I thought it was being surprisingly friendly, willing to pose for me with my intrusive iPhone 11. Now I realize that it’s probably just a bit worn out. It’s probably a bit more difficult for it to get about as compared to one of his own with wings that are completely intact. By this time of year, I start to see many butterflies with wings that have seen better days. It was small for an adult, but perhaps that’s to be expected. It may not be able to harvest as much nectar as a healthy Eastern Tiger.
“Get away from there!” Said Lady Abigail to Lady Eleanor who had her ear pressed to the door outside the Queen’s informal Presence Chamber. “You’re making a fool of yourself!”
Shushing Lady Abigail with a wave of her hand, Lady Eleanor placed a finger to her lips to emphasize her point. “Quiet!” She hissed.
“Well, what’s Her Majesty saying to her?” Asked Lady Claire in a voice that could only be described as a loud whisper.
With her folded fan, Lady Abigail began to swipe at Ladies Eleanor and Claire. “I’m telling you both to get away from that door! It doesn’t do, lurking about like some chamber maids, hungry for a little bite of gossip!”
“Oh, she’s giving it to Tata Sous-sus!” Giggled Eleanor.
“Auntie Finale,” chimed in Lady Claire.