Ellie loves butterflies. Butterflies have been her all time favourite creatures since she was one. We don't watch much TV so she really isn't quite up-to-date with the latest or coolest toy. I am happy to have it that way- she has her whole life more to catch up on TV. When grandma mentioned that you could buy caterpillars at a farm in Sembawang I googled it and found that the butterfly farm was just 10 minutes from my home, and made plans for an outing the next day (that was Wednesday) with my friend M and her two children.
The rest of the farm was a mess. Sort of run down and definately not like any farm you'd see in a storybook. But the butterfly enclosure was magical. Should have brought that camera. With hundreds of butterflies fluttering in the sunlight, colouring the whole space with specks of orange and blue and yellow. Ellie was enthralled, and just stood there looking and the butterflies, trying to touch their wings. "Gentle, Ellie, gentle." Then we stopped by the farm shop to buy the caterpillars. We chose one of each of the two types, got our supply of leaves, made a stop to buy fresh veg, another last walk through the butterflies and then headed back with our caterpillars. Ellie's first pets.
I'd appropriately taken out Eric Carle's The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Ke Ai de Hu Die (chinese butterfly book), and the beautifully illustrated "A Caterpillar becomes a butterfly. Ellie put her four caterpillars (two for Ellie and two for her cousins Erika and Tim) on her table and started reading to them. I haven't had pets in ages and found my self strangely drawn to these creatures. Fascinated at the same time- checking to see if they had eaten. Emptying their poo. I think one caterpillar has begun to spun its crysallis.
The rest of the farm was a mess. Sort of run down and definately not like any farm you'd see in a storybook. But the butterfly enclosure was magical. Should have brought that camera. With hundreds of butterflies fluttering in the sunlight, colouring the whole space with specks of orange and blue and yellow. Ellie was enthralled, and just stood there looking and the butterflies, trying to touch their wings. "Gentle, Ellie, gentle." Then we stopped by the farm shop to buy the caterpillars. We chose one of each of the two types, got our supply of leaves, made a stop to buy fresh veg, another last walk through the butterflies and then headed back with our caterpillars. Ellie's first pets.
I'd appropriately taken out Eric Carle's The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Ke Ai de Hu Die (chinese butterfly book), and the beautifully illustrated "A Caterpillar becomes a butterfly. Ellie put her four caterpillars (two for Ellie and two for her cousins Erika and Tim) on her table and started reading to them. I haven't had pets in ages and found my self strangely drawn to these creatures. Fascinated at the same time- checking to see if they had eaten. Emptying their poo. I think one caterpillar has begun to spun its crysallis.
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