Here he is, a bit crumpled looking as he makes his first climb up a grass stalk.
![Image](http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e235/Lizzysue3/IMG_2378.jpg)
He is joined by a visitor so obviously not so shabby that an amourous male would be put off.
![Image](http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e235/Lizzysue3/IMG_2380-1.jpg)
Casanova tried whispering a few sweet nothings and when his victim didn't fly off (because he couldn't yet!) he zoned in to do the deed.
![Image](http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e235/Lizzysue3/IMG_2381-1.jpg)
But he found that try as he might the bits just did not fit with the object of his desire.
![Image](http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e235/Lizzysue3/IMG_2383-1.jpg)
Eventually Casanova flew off to try his luck elsewhere.
My little chap kept on getting more butterfly like as his wings pumped up. This was the competition entry. Perhaps it was because he had been disturbed that he kept on moving around and didn't stay head down as he should. Or perhaps it is because no one had told him that was what butterflies were supposed to do. No one told the other butterfly that he was supposed to be looking for a girl after all.
![Wink :wink:](./images/smilies/icon_wink.gif)
![Image](http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e235/Lizzysue3/IMG_2387.jpg)
At last, perfect in every way, he is able to fly. And then he did.
![Very Happy :D](./images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif)
![Image](http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e235/Lizzysue3/IMG_2400.jpg)