Greater anglewings are quiet now, but their story continues.
In the Northeast, the leafy singers of summer are gone, yet tidy shingled rows of eggs cling to twigs and bark, enduring winter until spring releases a new chorus. I found a row of eggs while walking toward Lusitania Pond at the very beginning of January. The mother chose a tall herbaceous plant to carry her young through the cold months. How many of us passed that strand of seemingly dead flowers without noticing that life was already underway, I wonder.
๐ท Greater Anglewing (Microcentrum rhombifolium) | © Claire O'Neill, please credit accordingly.
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