It was another confusing day in Robertson, today. It started clear. By early afternoon, it was drizzling, with a thick wall of fog hanging just outside of the village, out beyond the Pie Shop, and at Steve and Celeste's place, on top of Mount Murray. By this evening, it had cleared up completely, allowing an outside film show to go ahead at the CTC.
Meanwhile, late this afternoon, in the moist air, the little birds were having a field day in the shrubbery adjacent to my house.The male Superb Fairy-wren (Malurus cyaneus) (OK, OK, its a "Blue Wren") was inspecting the fine details of the shrubbery, looking for insects. But he missed this Lemon Migrant Butterfly (Catopsilia pomona) which was very quiet, just hanging from the bunch of flower buds on a Cassinia bush. His pale yellow colour, and lack of movement gave it sufficient camouflage to escape the attention of the Wren.