A book review
The Butterflies of Cascadia
by Robert Michael Pyle
"....and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies..."
-- William Shakespeare (1623)
Here it is, the 21st century, yet Robert
Michael Pyle says there are still undiscovered species of butterflies!
More Americans than at any other time in history tramp the wilds of national
parks, jog country lanes and city streets, camp in the mountains and high
deserts and sea coasts, farm vast tracts and plant vegetable plots and
flower gardens. How could a butterfly go unnoticed? Butterflies are such
a familiar and comforting part of our landscape -- colorful, some of them
bounce and skip, others swoop and soar; they are often tiny but occasionally
very large. They catch the eye briefly, appearing and disappearing.
"Butterflies of Cascadia" is a fascinating page-turner, with endless
photographs, several each of the almost-200 known species of butterflies
inhabiting a part of the Northwest.that Pyle defines as Cascadia -- all
of Oregon and Washington with adjacent portions of British Columbia, Idaho,
Nevada and California. A map limns its eco-geological make-up --
mountains and canyons, low-lands, high desert, river drainages, lava fields,
lush valleys and coastal regions.
For each butterfly, there is an individual map shaded to indicate its
general habitat and range. And for each butterfly, the scientific
and common names (usually more than one), a detailed description of the
stages of metamorphosis, the life-spans, host and nectaring plants,
and their "on the wing" seasons. For butterflies very similar in
appearance, Pyle often shows them side-by-side, making the differences
more readily apparent. There are five families of butterflies in North
America, and all five are found in Cascadia.
Often, when you see one species, another one, unrelated, will be showing
in the same area at the same time, as with the Silvery Blues and
Sarah's Orangetips, flying in the early spring. They both
range throughout Cascadia except in the wettest deep forests and a narrow
band of the coast. The blues are a large family of tiny butterflies, and
one new species was discovered only seven years ago in the Mazama Ash Fields
east of Crater Lake -- the Leona's Little Blue -- not found elsewhere
in Cascadia. Pyle says that the Little Blue's "range remains to be filled
in by additional field work," and that "perhaps still more endemic ash
field butterflies are out there to be found."
A good knowledge of Cascadia's botany -- where certain trees,
plants and flowers are normally to be found -- is useful in identifying
butterflies. Some are adaptable to a variety of flora while
others are strictly linked with their host plants. In that category are
the Golden Hairstreaks, found only in golden chinquapin oak
groves, or in single, dispersed trees. "While adults spend most of their
time among the foliage of the trees, they are conspicuous because of their
size and color and come down to nectar late in the day."
Pyle says: "If you visit a large alfalfa or red clover field in mid-summer,
you may see thousands of orange and yellow sulphurs dancing over the sweet
purple blooms, nectaring, courting, spiralling, rejecting, and oviposting."
These butterflies "furnish pollination service farmers usually pay for
by renting bees." The large Orange Sulphur (or, alfalfa butterfly)
is found throughout Oregon from March through November. Sulphurs
are unusual in that under ultraviolet light, they fluoresce!
The Two-Tailed Swallowtail is a startlingly be-jeweled butterfly,
the second-largest in North America. "For such a grand butterfly,
it is also common, gracing city streets from Kelowna to Guadalajara....it
is tireless, it seems never to stop to feed or to rest, but is always in
rapid flight....you will watch for it in vain on the rainy side of the
mountain."
In 1979, the Oregon Swallowtail was named the official Oregon
insect, the same year its picture appeared on a U.S. postage stamp.
"Oregonia is a crisp, sharply marked denizen of the wind....utterly devoid
of leisure." This butterfly prefers canyons and slopes in the
interior where its host plants, dragon wormwood and tarragon, grow, and
also "the cliffs, plateaus, and mountains above."
Pyle exclaims, "who has not tried to dodge swallowtails while crossing
Cascade passes in June!" Frequently, several species can be seen
mudpuddling together, often a combination of the Pale, Western
and Two-Tailed Tigers, Indra and Anise Swallowtails.
It is the males who mob together on mud or roadside rain puddles or animal
scat. They are seeking specific minerals in organic matter which is needed
to replenish their reservoirs of pheronomes. Butterflies are the
most highly sexually differentiated of all insects.
The Clodius Parnassian, found in western Oregon, and the northeastern
corner, from sea-level to 7,000 feet, "is one of the most conspicuous and
common butterflies in the Northwest summer countryside, wherever bleeding
hearts grow." Pyle says the name was "inspired by Clodius and his
sister Clodia, less-than-admirable Roman citizens whose only virtue was
such beauty that they were surnamed Pulcher."
Fritillaries are fast-flying, mid-sized butterflies, living longer
than most and wearing out in the process. In the spring, the Callippe
Fritillary shows its beautiful green scaling strong and fresh, but
late in the season they are bleached-out and pale. Most of the greater
fritillaries (there are also lesser fritillaries) are shades of orange
and yellow, but all have surprisingly metallic silvery orbs on the lower
side of their wings, which give them their other name -- Silverspots.
If you see fritillaries, there will be violets nearby. And if you
plant violets in your garden, you may soon have visiting Silverspots!
The loveliest of butterflies is the American Lady, common in
Cascadia only at Sherar's Bridge on the Deschutes River, though it ranges
elsewhere in Oregon. A most unusual butterfly in appearance is the
California Tortoiseshell (or Western Tortoise Shell). Pyle
says: "This enigmatic butterfly builds up its numbers for years until it
bursts out in phenomenal mass movements. In such years the mountain
balm and deerbrush are defoliated over wide areas....they become the most
abundant butterflies along the mountain streams. Then the numbers
crash, and scarcely a tortoiseshell will be seen in the entire region for
the next several years."
Many of the species of butterflies, we learn, are annual migraters
into Cascadia; others "over-winter," hibernating in one of their stages
-- as eggs, pupae or adults. Hibernating adults occasionally make
startling, brief appearances in the middle of winter!
"The Butterflies of Cascadia" is even more than a book of astonishing
photographs of creatures who have inspired poets for centuries; it is more
than a journal of scientific names and descriptions, though these are important
and Pyle includes an index explaining the terminology. There are
diagrams of the butterfly's anatomy, explanations of its physiology,
such as how color is imparted to the wings, and a description of metamorphosis.
The book is a catalog of every known species of butterflies gracing
our corner of the earth. In addition, Pyle describes activities we can
enjoy while adding to the general knowledge about butterflies -- making
exact notes about the locations of observations, photographing, and taking
specimens. He suggests books for further study, and lists local organizations,
such as the Northwest Lepidopterists' Association, which holds its annual
meeting every fall in Corvallis, Oregon. There is discussion about
environmental threats to butterflies and ways in which we can help address
these issues.
This is a book to gladden the heart throughout the year, to keep handy
for browsing. Wing colors and patterns, size, and flight characteristics
will become familiar in the imagination. Some species are already
"on the wing", and when you are out walking, jogging, birding, or working
in your garden, you will note that flash of color and think: "I know
who you are!"
-- Peggy Whitcomb
(OMED: Here is some text from the Powell's
Books order page related to this work: In 1979, Pyle
moved from Portland, Oregon to the rural community of Gray's River on a
tributary of the lower Columbia (river) in far southwest Washington.
It was a deliberate migration, in the Thoreauvian sense, toward the requisite
setting for confronting life's bare essentials and to see what effect that
may have on the creative act of writing. As Michael Peraons has commented:
"For a man trained in natural history, science and conservation, much more
than in literature, the transformation from scientist into full-time writer
was a daring step into terra incognita, a metamorphosis reminiscent of
the bitterflies he studies."
Original text © 2003 Peggy Whitcomb |