While Hawthorne and I were walking this morning I found several of these chrysalises. I brought home two that were in a high traffic area because I was worried about them reaching maturity. They are still on their grass stems, stuck in the soil of a flower pot containing a creeping morning glory. There are some larvae out eating. I remember several years when the tall grass would be just covered with Baltimore larvae in the morning–thousands of them. It made walking or riding a horse through the grass difficult–mentally.
The larvae like to eat narrow leaved plantain, among other things. Here is an adult that was resting in the meadow above the house. And here is a fine butterfly site that helped me recall their name.
