Showing posts with label pieris rapae. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pieris rapae. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Little green eyes

The first cabbage white butterfly of the season dropped in to visit today. Just in time; the wild field mustards are blooming nicely next door, ready for her to lay her eggs on the leaves.

Pieris rapae. On the ground.

When I got too close with the camera, she flew up to rest on the engine hood of my car. I gave her a bit more space with the next attempts.

With her reflection, and some clouds. Wings partly open.

And wings closed again.

The males have one black spot in the centre of the primary wings, visible when they're open. The females have two. As far as I can tell, she has two, although the second is half hidden by the outer wings.

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La primera mariposa de la col, la Pieris rapae, vino a visitarme hoy. Justo a tiempo; las brassicas silvestres han empezado a florecer en el jardín del vecino, listos para que ella ponga sus huevos en las hojas.

Fotos:
  1. En el suelo.
  2. Cuando me acerqué demasiado, se fue a parar sobre el motor de mi coche. Bueno, así tuvo reflejo. Pero me mantuve un poco más alejada. Aquí con las alas medio abiertas.
  3. Y cerradas otra vez.
Los machos tienen una mancha negra en el centro de las alas primeras, visibles cuando están en posición abierta. Las hembras tienen dos. Me parece que esta tiene dos, aunque la segunda mancha está medio escondida tras la ala exterior.


Tuesday, January 16, 2018

First sign of spring?

Last fall, a couple of caterpillars pupated in a jar in my kitchen. I put a lid on it and hid it in a quiet corner. Yesterday morning, the jar contained a brand new butterfly.

Cabbage white butterfly, Pieris rapae. Female, because she has several spots on her forewing. Males have only one.

She's getting ready to leave.

I had to climb up into the kitchen sink to get these photos. A minute later, she'd moved on. I haven't been able to find her since, so she'll have to stay inside.

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

All tattered and torn

Poor little cabbage white! Life has not been treating him well.

But as long as there are sunny afternoons, and yellow Brassicas, he'll keep flying.

The cabbage butterfly prefers purple, blue and yellow flowers over other floral colors ... (Wikipedia)

On to the next flower; delicious nectar!

On the Myrt Thompson trail.
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