Sunday, September 21, 2008

Float Like a Butterfly

"A million butterflies rose up from South America, All together, and flew in a gold storm toward Spain..."
-Winfield Townley Scott

One of our second grade teachers asked me to find some internet resources for an instructional unit on Monarch Butterflies.

It's the type of request that I love, a first step on the path to collaborative projects, or so I hope. At any rate, I'm happy to share some of the sites that I discovered, for anyone who is interested.

Life Cycle of a Butterfly (WebQuest)

Butterflies & Bugs
(online activities)

Butterflies North (Canada) and South (Peru)

The Children's Butterfly Site (Montana State University)

Online Guide to Butterflies

Butterfly Habitats (the Field Museum, Chicago)

Discovering Butterflies (WebQuest)

Journey North: Monarch Migration
(with updated maps)

Zoom Butterfly
(interactive online activity)

Butterfly and Moth Printouts (Enchanted Learning)

Where Do Butterflies Come From? (craft project)

Monarch Butterfly Thematic Resource Unit

"There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly." -Richard Buckminster Fuller

"Just like the butterfly, I too will awaken in my own time." -Deborah Chaskin

"Monarch" by jenn_jenn


Anonymous said...

"There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly."

I love that. Thanks!

diane said...


I also loved:

"But these are flowers that fly and all but sing:
And now from having ridden out desire
They lie closed over in the wind and cling
Where wheels have freshly sliced the April mire."
-Robert Frost, "Blue-Butterfly Day"


"We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty." -Maya Angelou

Blogger In Middle-earth said...

Not a Monarch but a Beauty none-the-less

Of all the pleasure gardens bring,
The handsome pied Red Admiral
Must touch the zenith of the spring
With form and grace ephemeral;

To see these patterned wings full spread
In all but a fleeting glance,
Fine lace veil in feathered thread,
Enraptured eyes in trance

Will follow with a languid gaze
The soft hypnotic flutter,
Through the soporific haze,

Near honey scented bower,
Gliding with a liquid ease
Above the blood-red wallflower.