“The hills are alive …”

Julie Andrews singing ‘The hills are alive …’ runs through my mind when I walk in the prairie. My prairie is alive – not so much with the sound of music, but with a myriad of butterflies and dragon flies (or damsel flies, if I knew the difference!) and bees and flies.

I am not fast enough with my camera to catch them all, but here are a few.

Maybe someday I’ll know their names, but for now I just enjoy these flitting visitors. From flies …

… to grasshoppers.

The prairie brings them in.

 

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