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Hello, Blog!

This is Becky. I am back in MN after a brief visit to the central coast of Calif. As I was driving to visit my mom near San Luis Obispo, there were a bunch of migrating (I'm assuming) monarch butterflies flying directly at my windshild. In memoriam I'd like to post the lovely poem below, which comes from Douglas Florian's _Insectlopedia_ (I am rediscovering how fun children's poetry can be):

The Monarch Butterfly

He is a monarch.
He is a king.
He flies great migrations.
Past nations he wings.
He is a monarch.
He is a prince.
When blackbirds attack him,
From poison they wince.
He is a monarch.
He is a duke.
Swallows that swallow him
Frequently puke.