Unhibernated

A peacock butterfly was not what we expected to find gazing out of the bedroom window on a January morning. It rather intelligently made its way to the kitchen where we gave it a breakfast of honey and it then spent a long time trying to fly, with its wings making a breathy rasping sound I’ve never heard before – had it got them wet, perhaps? It got as far as the poinsettia we recently rehomed from a neglectful café and gazed out of another window then we left it the run of the house while we went out. This evening it was back upstairs again, flitting around a light.

It’s not supposed to emerge until late March but we also have some miniature daffodils starting to push through the soil so either the heating in the house is deluding nature or 2013’s disrupted seasons are continuing.

Daughter and I took turns with the camera, and this is one of hers.