Phrygionis polita
Once again a moth with nature’s own Henna paint. It seems like metallic paint, as it’s elevated from the rest of the wing surface.
Once again a moth with nature’s own Henna paint. It seems like metallic paint, as it’s elevated from the rest of the wing surface.
Most of the daytime (diurnal) butterflies were either hard to get close to, were restlessly fluttering around never to settle down more than a blink of an eye, or never opened their wings when resting. With only two days on Roraima, I simply didn’t have time to be patiently waiting for the right moment. When […]