I spotted the first of the Tiger Swallowtails about a week ago, and though I've seen at least one of these exquisite butterflies on an every day basis, each has been singularly uncooperative about my documentation business. One pair of frequent lepidopteran fliers has appeared most afternoons, but only high in the greening tree canopy—and way out of camera range. Others have been closer to the ground, but they've vanished as soon as I moved in for a shot. Then, of course, there are the Tigers who arrive and sit for a spell, but just out of real range of the Nikkor 85mm micro that has seemed to wind up on the camera most of the time these days. This afternoon, however, I got lucky—OK, I was also exceedingly patient—and when one of the Tigers, fresh out of its cocoon, swooped in to drink nectar from our blooming Money Plants, I was poised and ready. The cranefly to the left of the Swallowtail's left wing was a bonus.