For Bob Muldoon ’81, the first sign of spring isn’t a bird or bud. It’s a butterfly
“The game is afoot,” writes Bob Muldoon ’81 in his Boston Globe essay about his annual quest for the first sign of spring.
Mourning cloak butterfly. (CC license: Jamie Jones / USFWS)
“Each year in March, as gray winter shuffles off stage, and colorful spring waits in the wings, I hold my own private competition: to spot the year’s first butterfly. Aye, for many the robin is the harbinger of spring, but for me ’tis the mourning cloak. For you the bird, for me the butterfly!”
