Monarch Butterfly Life Cycle: A Metamorphosis ~ Part Three ~ Emergence

The Monarch Butterfly Life Cycle: A Metamophosis . . .  continues with a busy butterfly community freeing themselves of confining chrysalises. 

Observing carefully you will note there is a difference in the first and second chrysalises . . . 

look towards the top and see how the surface begins to give like an accordion . . . 

expanding as the abdomen moves inside loosening the antennae and leg templates 

that clearly are revealed in the first image below.

There are often small signs revealing when change may occur . . . 

looking carefully at details of life allows for magical observations and enchantment. 

A gentle but firm push opening doors freeing body and spirit.

Going behind to observe how the back of the chrysalis gives way.

A plump male Monarch butterfly falls from his casing. 

Note the end of the abdomen. 

Emerging whole from dreams soon to be taking wing towards adventures yet unknown.

Insects have six legs but many butterflies mostly reveal only four. 

Looking just under the head and eye this photograph shows the fifth of six legs 

which is much smaller than the prominent four. 

The sixth is hidden on the other side of the Monarch butterfly.

A time to hang out allowing for wings to harden while pondering new trappings and mindset.

Elsewhere in the community another fresh opening into an exciting new existence.

Sturdy tenacious legs become like parachute strings holding on for dear life. 

A perfect female pumps her wet wings into fullness from her engorged abdomen. 

I cannot express how much this magical metamorphosis enriches my life each summer and fall. 

There are now only two chrysalis left hanging in my sedum bouquet. 

The caterpillar you see above is one.

Joy is complete when releasing these marvelous Monarch butterflies 

and seeing them take flight for the very first time. 

Next installment will be the sharing of releasing Monarchs into a sweeping cerulean sky. 

Monarch Butterfly Life Cycle: A Metamorphosis ~ Part Two ~ Jeweled Chrysalis

Though I greatly enjoy and respect the antics and heroics of the Monarch Butterfly caterpillar, the chrysalis or pupa stage of the Monarch Butterfly Life Cycle offers delectable candy for the imagination. 

The beautiful jewel like ornaments studded with what appears to be gold hang beneath leaf or twig completely vulnerable to the goings on around them. 

While breezes blow and rain and sun soak the landscape, hundreds of Monarch and other butterfly chrysalises hang hidden from view . . . so we must tread carefully in wild places and let our own land be allowed to grow somewhat wild too. 

We would not want to interrupt dreams . . . dreams of becoming free to fly to heights never before explored. 

Within fourteen days the ongoing metamorphosis is seen inside the clear casing of a Monarch butterfly chrysalis. 

Colors begin to appear filling out the forms of wings. 

The metamorphosis is truly one of natures marvels yielding hope and inspiration, as well as, beneficial and beautiful butterflies. 

It seems so miraculous to look upon a Monarch caterpillar imagining what is hidden beneath the black-stripped skin. 

The color of the chrysalis can be seen between the black stripes close to the caterpillar head. 

In the photographs above and below the yellow stripes of the caterpillar still remain distinguishable in the one hour or so neatly formed chrysalises. 

Soon they will vanish into a hue of pale jade green. 

The yellow, white and black necklaces that link back to the colors of the caterpillar and milkweed are clearly visible. 

Note the tidy black lines that only underline the white pearls beneath the solid line of yellow. 

Pure ornamentation? 

A tiny metaphor or token for a caterpillar who played its important part in the process?

Caterpillars like to hang close together and allow us to clearly see the differences between a one and two day old chrysalis. 

Yellow and white turn to gold, an alchemical elixir to reflect the sun and blind any predators from seeing the pupa. 

Perhaps just magic for the sake of beauty and joy. 

All signs of a caterpillar vanish into a green cellular soup within a hardened clear casing.

Life forms within the shadows too.

In about twelve days the colorful patterned wings begin to show through the clear casing.

A window into the miracle of an intricate matrix molding life.

Can you see the proboscis, legs and antennae? 

Just as the teeny caterpillar was trapped in a clear casing . . . now the butterfly must exit its tight fitted casing into the larger world, only now it has no mandibles equipped for chewing but strong legs and abdomen will push and wiggle causing the chrysalis sheath to yield . . .  opening on the template lines of its finely etched design. 

Part Three of Monarch Butterfly Life Cycle: A Metamorphosis will reveal emerging butterflies. 

Monarch Butterfly Life Cycle: A Metamorphosis ~ Part One ~ The Capable Caterpillar

The mammoth Monarch Butterfly migration is underway.

Sightings are reported along rivers and hillsides, fields and meadows, 

gardens and parks by lucky viewers seeing hundreds of these skilled navigators flying south. 

Here at Flower Hill Farm there are numerous fresh Monarchs floating about the gardens each day. 

I have counted up to thirty on one Buddleia, 

while several are scattered feeding on Ironweed, Phlox and Liatris. 

Yesterday I noted the pink florets of Sedum 'Autumn Joy' 

dotted with both Monarch and Painted Lady butterflies along with hundreds of honey bees.

Many perfect days have passed where I might be found walking out into the gardens 

with newly emerged Monarch butterflies

 . . . happily observing as each gingerly takes their impressive first flight. 

Each departure unique, joyous and somewhat staggering

 as I had known these tiny magnificent creatures since they were 

but even more minuscule eggs. 

Which came first . . .  the butterfly or the egg? 

The Monarch Butterfly Metamorphosis begins with an egg and then the capable caterpillar and its miraculous feat of nurturing a chrysalis within. 

First there is an egg

but how did it appear?

A female butterfly 

fastened it to its host Milkweed leaf . . .   

not needing to tend her young she flies away

with many more eggs to oviposit.

A day or two goes by and a teeny black head stirs within

independently chewing its way out into its hairy leafy world.

Reading caterpillar body intelligence . . . this one seems to say "Boy, this feels good."

The egg capsule was a very tight fit. 

A newborns first yummy meal . . . munching its own nutritious clear egg casing.

 Chomping many milkweed leaves . . . first instar to fourth instar. 

Second instar compared in size to Milkweed or Oleander aphids. 

Molting along the way and turning to eat their old clear black-striped skin in each new stage. 

The ocelli or compound eye can be seen on the fourth instar above. 

Too tiny to be seen an antenna is near each eye

 . . . not to be confused by the two longer tentacles on the thorax and abdomen. 

Its now clear head capsule will have black stripes soon too 

forming a protective covering for the yellow head. 

Fifth instars pausing between chomps as growth inside 

forms transitional templates. 

It is nearly time to unveil its hidden self.

First the caterpillar can be seen securing a silk mat and knob

with the help of its singular spinneret . . .  

looking closely you can see it. 

Expressive tentative tentacles take part in the drama of the act. 

Meticulously extending out from the silk knob 

the fifth instar pulls silk threads creating an anchor mat, 

while true legs hold on to form the silk button its life will later depend on. 

Courageous caterpillar free fall . . .  holding fast to its handiwork. 

Stretching and splitting skin behind the head giving birth to itself.

The caterpillar tracheae is a lovely lavender purple pulling up with the clear black-striped skin. 

The chrysalis has its own spiracles or air holes and tracheae allowing it to breathe. 

I find this palette inspiring for a painting. 

Amazing to see what was already within the caterpillar. 

Twitching and twisting, the forming chrysalis works the old skin up 

and performs the amazing act of pulling out its shinny black cremaster,

   feeling its way over the pile of skin . . .  then

 the ebony barbed appendage hooks into the carefully formed silk knob. 

The old skin falls away looking like a dried up fly. 

More twisting 

 . . .  for the certainty of hundreds of hooks

 being securely fastened within the silk. 

Now . . . the shrinking act begins and all that resembles a caterpillar disappears. 

Viridescent fluid butterfly template 

wings, antennae, legs and proboscis 

all to be seen then disappearing into jade green.

A chrysalis is born.

A pearl necklace appears reminding all of the pure white toxic milky juice of milkweed. 

The capable caterpillar is not forgotten but painted here in a design

of white, yellow and black. What are the colors found in the caterpillar? 

A token of appreciation for all the many changes it had to go through? 

Later the necklace appears golden . . . still the colors of the caterpillar shine. 

Within a few hours a clear casing will harden to protect the chrysalis. 

As I write this first installment to my

 'Monarch Butterfly Life Cycle: A Metamorphosis' today,

 two . . . now three Monarch butterflies are emerging 

within a bouquet atop a table near the open French doors. 

Oh, I just noticed the one that became like a tassel on a silk pillow in a chair next to the table too. 

I see a fifth on a walking Iris plant near a cheery bouquet of sunflowers both on the same table. 

So, five monarch butterflies emerge while I write about their beginning. 

A caterpillar just completed spinning its silk knob and finally let go to dangle in a J

 as all the butterflies hang like wet laundry drying their stained glass like wings. 

Later, I will walk out into the gardens to release all these magical butterflies 

before heading off to the Berkshires and the 'Temple of Music' 

to hear chamber music at the South Mountain Concerts. 

Life can be enchanting here in Western Massachusetts. 

Next installment will be more on the captivating Chrysalis.