DRINKING AT THE LAST CHANCE SALOON

Six Red Admirals on this sedum (count them). And more were lurching drunkenly around the wildlife garden. One landed on me, as did a small dragonfly, but neither stayed long enough to be blipped. They must know that time is short now and there's not a minute to waste. Meanwhile, out on the main road there wasn't a butterfly to be seen even though the wildflowers are still flowering wildly (extra).

(I recommend biggifying the blip.)