Even as the nearby state park remains closed due to tree damage from last week's storm, I was delighted to receive this hopeful nature-related email this week -- I've a butterfly story and resource following it :
We have exciting news!
Bayer, the manufacturer of the pesticide Roundup, has announced that it
will be removing glyphosate, the pesticide's main active ingredient,
from all its lawn and garden products as early as 2023.1
This announcement is a much-needed victory for our monarchs.
The widespread application of glyphosate has decimated the milkweed plant -- the only plant monarch caterpillars will eat. The loss of this crucial food source has contributed to an 80 percent decline in eastern monarch populations and a shocking 99 percent decline of western monarchs.2,3,4
Glyphosate harms more than monarchs, too. A
study demonstrated that glyphosate poses a threat to 93 percent of all
endangered species, and the World Health Organization's International
Agency for Research on Cancer has labeled the chemical "probably
carcinogenic to humans."5,6
Bayer's
announcement represents an important first step toward protecting human
health and our pollinators -- and it would not have been possible
without supporters like you. You've stood with us as we've organized for years to ban glyphosate. In
the last year alone, you've sent more than 30,000 messages to the
Environmental Protection Agency and your state legislators calling for a
ban on this harmful pesticide.
Your
dedication has led to real change that can help turn the tide for our
country's embattled monarch butterflies -- but our fight isn't over yet.
- Next,
we'll work to make sure Bayer doesn't just replace one toxic chemical
with another, and actually reformulates Roundup in a way that's proven
safe by independent research.
- We'll continue working to remove glyphosate from agricultural pesticides to build a more sustainable food system.
- We're
still calling to ban the worst uses of neonicotinoids, another class of
pesticides that has been linked to pollinator die-offs.
Thank you for making this all possible -- now let's look forward to what else we can accomplish together.
The Environmental Action team
P.S.
We'll keep organizing until our pollinators, and our planet, are safe,
but we need your help to keep our campaigns running. Will you donate today to keep our campaigns for monarchs, bees and more going strong?
1. "Bayer takes additional $4.5 billion charge for Roundup suits," Associated Press, July 29, 2021.
2. Claire Fahy, "California's Monarch Butterflies Are Down 99%. Can This Plant Help?," New York Times, June 1, 2021.
3. Warren Cornwall, "The Missing Monarchs," Slate, January 29, 2014.
4. Olga R. Rodriguez, "Monarch butterfly population moves closer to extinction," Associated Press, January 19, 2021.
5. Sam Bloch, "New EPA finding: Glyphosate harms 93 percent of endangered species," The Counter, December 2, 2020.
6. "IARC Monograph on Glyphosate," International Agency for Research on Cancer, last accessed December 22, 2020.
Your
donation will be used to stand up for wildlife and the wild places they
call home, and to support all of our campaigns to protect our
environment. The generosity of people just like you is what makes all of
our work possible.
On a personal level I will always wonder if my Lymphoma back in 2013 was caused by groundwater contaminated by years of living next to a farmer's cornfield.
I also want to sound the alarm on that final bullet point about neonicotinoids killing off our pollinators. Often called "neonics", their use is banned in the European Union because the EU recognized their threat to bees. Our pollinators are critical to our agriculture, affecting not only plants, but those who eat plants, be they cattle or people. A concise explanation of this information comes from the American Chemical Society's Chemical & Engineering News. Exposure to neonics poisons a bees' central nervous system, causing a 45.5% loss this past year -- the second highest loss of honeybees on record. The good news is neonics aren't needed and its sale is now banned in Connecticut, Maine, Maryland, and Massachusetts. To find out how your state is doing and send a request to your governor about this you can write your own email or use the link at https://environmental-action.org/beeport-card/.
All right, I'll get off my online soapbox now and present the story. Following it, I direct you to a really great resource, useful beyond just the topic of butterflies.
This butterfly story comes from Ada Skinner's
The Emerald Story Book. It's written by
Margaret Gatty, an English naturalist, marine biologist, and author of children's literature. Like many women authors in the 19th century, she wrote using her husband's married name, writing as Mrs. Alfred Gatty. Since her husband was a minister, this probably was needed at that time. By all means read the linked article on her, especially about her personal life. You may also recognize her daughter,
Julia Horatia Ewing, if you're familiar with 19th century children's literature. She followed her mother's writing path and was well regarded by such authors as Rudyard Kipling and E. Nesbit and additionally influenced the Baden-Powells. I'm uncertain which of Gatty's books contained this story. What I could find online didn't include it. I'm grateful it's in
The Emerald Story Book.
THE BUTTERFLY
Mrs. Alfred Gatty
“Let me hire you as a nurse for my poor children,” said a
Butterfly to a quiet Caterpillar, who was strolling along a
cabbage-leaf in her odd lumbering way. “See these little eggs,”
continued the Butterfly; “I don’t know how long it will be before
they come to life, and I feel very sick and poorly, and if I should
die, who will take care of my baby butterflies when I am gone? Will
you, kind, mild, green Caterpillar? But you must mind what you
give them to eat, Caterpillar!—they cannot, of course, live on your
rough food. You must give them early dew, and honey from the flowers;
and you must let them fly about only a little way at first; for, of
course, one can’t expect them to use their wings properly all at
once. Dear me, it is a sad pity you cannot fly yourself! But I have
no time to look for another nurse now, so you will do your best, I
hope. Dear, dear! I cannot think what made me come and lay my eggs on
a cabbage-leaf! What a place for young butterflies to be born upon!
Still you will be kind, will you not, to the poor little ones? Here,
take this gold-dust from my wings as a reward. Oh, how dizzy I am!
Caterpillar, you will remember about the food—”
And with these words the Butterfly drooped her wings and was gone;
and the green Caterpillar, who had not had the opportunity of even
saying Yes or No to the request, was left standing alone by the side
of the Butterfly’s eggs.
“A pretty nurse she has chosen, indeed, poor lady!” exclaimed
she, “and a pretty business I have in hand! Why, her senses must
have left her, or she never would have asked a poor crawling creature
like me to bring up her dainty little ones! Much they’ll mind me,
truly, when they feel the gay wings on their backs, and can fly away
out of my sight whenever they choose! Ah! how silly some people are,
in spite of their painted clothes and the gold-dust on their wings!”
However, the poor Butterfly was gone, and there lay the eggs on
the cabbage-leaf; and the green Caterpillar had a kind heart, so she
resolved to do her best. But she got no sleep that night, she was so
very anxious. She made her back quite ache with walking all night
round her young charges, for fear any harm should happen to them; and
in the morning says she to herself—
“Two heads are better than one. I will consult some wise animal
upon the matter, and get advice. How should a poor crawling creature
like me know what to do without asking my betters?”
But still there was difficulty—whom should the Caterpillar
consult? There was the shaggy Dog who sometimes came into the garden.
But he was so rough!—he would most likely whisk all the eggs off
the cabbage-leaf with one brush of his tail, if she called him near
to talk to her, and then she should never forgive herself. There was
the Tom Cat, to be sure, who would sometimes sit at the foot of the
apple-tree, basking himself and warming his fur in the sunshine; but
he was so selfish and indifferent!—there was no hope of his giving
himself the trouble to think about butterflies’ eggs. “I wonder
which is the wisest of all the animals I know,” sighed the
Caterpillar, in great distress; and then she thought, and thought,
till at last she thought of the Lark; and she fancied that because he
went up so high, and nobody knew where he went to, he must be very
clever, and know a great deal; for to go up very high (which she
could never do) was the Caterpillar’s idea of perfect glory.
Now in the neighbouring corn-field there lived a Lark, and the
Caterpillar sent a message to him, to beg him to come and talk to
her, and when he came she told him all her difficulties, and asked
him what she was to do to feed and rear the little creatures so
different from herself.
“Perhaps you will be able to inquire and hear something about it
the next time you go up high,” observed the Caterpillar, timidly.
The Lark said, “Perhaps he should;” but he did not satisfy her
curiosity any further. Soon afterwards, however, he went singing
upwards into the bright blue sky. By degrees his voice died away in
the distance till the green Caterpillar could not hear a sound. It is
nothing to say she could not see him, for, poor thing, she never
could see far at any time, and had a difficulty in looking upwards at
all, even when she reared herself up most carefully, which she did
now; but it was of no use, so she dropped upon her legs again, and
resumed her walk round the Butterfly’s eggs, nibbling a bit of the
cabbage-leaf now and then as she moved along.
“What a time the Lark has been gone!” she cried, at last. “I
wonder where he is just now! I would give all my legs to know! He
must have flown up higher than usual this time, I do think! How I
should like to know where it is that he goes to, and what he hears in
that curious blue sky! He always sings going up and coming down, but
he never lets any secret out. He is very close!”
And the green Caterpillar took another turn round the Butterfly’s
eggs.
At last the Lark’s voice began to be heard again. The
Caterpillar almost jumped for joy, and it was not long before she saw
her friend descend with hushed note to the cabbage bed.
“News, news, glorious news, friend Caterpillar!” sang the
Lark; “but the worst of it is, you won’t believe me!”
“I believe everything I am told,” observed the Caterpillar,
hastily.
“Well, then, first of all, I will tell you what these little
creatures are to eat”—and the Lark nodded his beak towards the
eggs. “What do you think it is to be? Guess!”
“Dew, and the honey out of flowers, I am afraid,” sighed the
Caterpillar.
“No such thing! Something simpler than that. Something you
can get at quite easily.”
“I can get at nothing quite easily but the cabbage-leaves,”
murmured the Caterpillar, in distress.
“Excellent! my good friend,” cried the Lark, exultingly; “you
have found it out. You are to feed them with cabbage-leaves.”
“Never!” cried the Caterpillar, indignantly. “It was
their mother’s last request that I should do no such thing.”
“Their mother knew nothing about the matter,” persisted the
Lark; “but why do you ask me, and then disbelieve what I say? You
have neither faith nor trust.”
“Oh, I believe everything I am told,” said the Caterpillar.
“Nay, but you do not,” replied the Lark; “you won’t
believe me even about the food, and yet that is but a beginning of
what I have to tell you. Why, Caterpillar, what do you think those
little eggs will turn out to be?”
“Butterflies, to be sure,” said the Caterpillar.
“Caterpillars!” sang the Lark; “and you’ll find it
out in time;” and the Lark flew away, for he did not want to stay
and contest the point with his friend.
“I thought the Lark had been wise and kind,” observed the mild
green Caterpillar, once more beginning to walk round the eggs, “but
I find that he is foolish and saucy instead. Perhaps he went up too
high this time. Ah, it’s a pity when people who soar so high are
silly and rude nevertheless! Dear! I still wonder whom he sees, and
what he does up yonder.”
“I would tell you if you would believe me,” sang the Lark,
descending once more.
“I believe everything I am told,” reiterated the Caterpillar,
with as grave a face as if it were a fact.
“Then I’ll tell you something else,” cried the Lark; “for
the best of my news remains behind. You will one day be a
Butterfly yourself.”
“Wretched bird!” exclaimed the Caterpillar, “you jest with
my inferiority—now you are cruel as well as foolish. Go away! I
will ask your advice no more.”
“I told you you would not believe me,” cried the Lark.
“I believe everything that I am told,” persisted the
Caterpillar; “that is”—and she hesitated—“everything that
is reasonable to believe. But to tell me that butterflies’
eggs are caterpillars, and that caterpillars leave off crawling and
get wings, and become butterflies!—Lark! you are too wise to
believe such nonsense yourself, for you know it is impossible.”
“I know no such thing,” said the Lark, warmly. “Whether I
hover over the cornfields of earth, or go up into the depths of the
sky, I see so many wonderful things, I know no reason why there
should not be more. Oh, Caterpillar! it is because you crawl, because
you never get beyond your cabbage-leaf, that you call any
thing impossible.”
“Nonsense!” shouted the Caterpillar, “I know what’s
possible, and what’s not possible, according to my experience and
capacity, as well as you do. Look at my long green body and these
endless legs, and then talk to me about having wings and a painted
feathery coat.”
“You would-be-wise Caterpillar!” cried the indignant Lark. “Do
you not hear how my song swells with rejoicing as I soar upwards to
the mysterious wonder-world above? Oh, Caterpillar; what comes to you
from thence, receive, as I do, upon trust.”
“That is what you call—”
“Faith,” interrupted the Lark.
“How am I to learn Faith?” asked the Caterpillar.
At that moment she felt something at her side. She looked
round—eight or ten little green caterpillars were moving about, and
had already made a show of a hole in the cabbage-leaf. They had
broken from the Butterfly’s eggs!
Shame and amazement filled our green friend’s heart, but joy
soon followed; for, as the first wonder was possible, the second
might be so too. “Teach me your lesson, Lark!” she would say; and
the Lark sang to her of the wonders of the earth below and of the
heaven above. And the Caterpillar talked all the rest of her life to
her relations of the time when she should be a Butterfly.
But none of them believed her. She nevertheless had learnt the
Lark’s lesson of faith, and when she was going into her chrysalis,
she said—
“I shall be a Butterfly some day!”
But her relations thought her head was wandering, and they said,
“Poor thing!”
And when she was a Butterfly, and was going to die again, she
said—
“I have known many wonders—I have faith—I can trust even now
for what shall come next!”
*****
I don't have a week to wait for permission to print here, but you can go to Crayola.com free coloring sheets where you can find a Butterfly mask, Butterfly clip on a clothes pin, a very challenging Butterfly mandala, an appropriate page with both Butterfly and Caterpillar, and a few more pictures. While there you can also find lesson plans and crafts. The Butterfly crafts include two types of Butterfly puppets which can be used to help tell this story. If you're able to take the story outside, there's a Butterfly kite. Clicking "All" shows coloring sheets, lesson plans, crafts, and creations submitted by young artists. Don't stop with the Butterfly topic, similarly they have a wide variety of themes. Their site constantly adds to their resources, so it's an excellent resource to know and use.
One quick note here: I discovered a typo on the label of past posts about butterflies making it "butterfllies." I corrected it for this post. Now I am going to have to see if there's a way I can correct the label on the earlier posts so they can stay together.
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This
is part of a series of postings of stories under the category,
"Keeping the Public in Public Domain." The idea
behind Public Domain was to preserve our cultural heritage after the
authors and their immediate heirs were compensated. I feel
strongly current copyright law delays this intent on works of the
20th century. My
own library of folklore includes so many books within the Public
Domain I decided to share stories from them. I hope you enjoy
discovering new stories.
At
the same time, my own involvement in storytelling regularly creates
projects requiring research as part of my sharing stories with an
audience. Whenever that research needs to be shown here, the publishing
of Public Domain stories will not occur that week. This is a return to
my regular posting of a research project here. (Don't worry, this
isn't dry research, my research is always geared towards future
storytelling to an audience.) Response has convinced me that "Keeping
the Public in Public Domain" should continue along with my other
postings as often as I can manage it.
Other
Public Domain story resources I recommend-
There
are many online resources for Public Domain stories, maybe none for
folklore is as ambitious as fellow storyteller, Yoel Perez's
database, Yashpeh,
the International Folktales Collection. I have long
recommended it and continue to do so. He has loaded
Stith Thompson's Motif Index into his server as a database so
you can search the whole 6 volumes for whatever word or expression
you like by pressing one key. http://folkmasa.org/motiv/motif.htm
- You may have noticed I'm no
longer certain Dr. Perez has the largest database, although his
offering the Motif Index certainly qualifies for those of us seeking
specific types of stories. There's another site, FairyTalez
claiming to be the largest, with "over 2000 fairy tales,
folktales, and fables" and they are "fully optimized for
phones, tablets, and PCs", free and presented without ads.
Between those two sites, there
is much for story-lovers, but as they say in infomercials, "Wait,
there's more!"
The
email list for storytellers, Storytell,
discussed Online Story Sources and came up with these additional
suggestions:
-
Story-Lovers - http://www.story-lovers.com/ is now only accessible
through the Wayback Machine, described below, but the late Jackie Baldwin's
wonderful site lives on there, fully searchable manually (the Google
search doesn't work), at https://archive.org/ . It's not easy, but go to Story-lovers.com snapshot for October 22 2016 and you can click on SOS: Searching Out Stories to scroll down through the many story topics and click on the story topic that interests you.
You're
going to find many of the links on these sites have gone down, BUT
go to the Internet Archive
Wayback Machine to find some of these old links. Tim's
site, for example, is so huge probably updating it would be a
full-time job. In the case of Story-Lovers, it's great that
Jackie Baldwin set it up to stay online as long as it did after she
could no longer maintain it. Possibly searches maintained it.
Unfortunately Storytell list member, Papa Joe is on both Tim
Sheppard's site and Story-Lovers, but he no longer maintains his old
Papa Joe's Traveling Storytelling Show website and his Library
(something you want to see!) is now only on the Wayback Machine. It
took some patience working back through claims of snapshots but finally
in December of 2006 it appears!
Somebody
as of this writing whose stories can still be found by his website
is the late Chuck Larkin - http://chucklarkin.com/stories.html.
I prefer to list these sites by their complete address so they can
be found by the Wayback Machine, a.k.a. Archive.org, when that
becomes the only way to find them.
You
can see why I recommend these to you. Have fun
discovering even more stories!
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