Loss of a Gem
This morning I went out into the garden, only to be confronted by a dying Peacock butterfly. It looked like a chunk of this beautiful insect had been taken out of it by a bird, maybe one of the Swifts or Swallows flying above the garden. As I watched, a wasp flew in and hovered above the butterfly. Immediately knowing that this was a predator that meant trouble, the Peacock frantically tried to get away from the wasp, to no avail... it was horrible to watch.