Two monarch butterflies make their daily walk through the garden. I have not seen any other type in recent months. They glide through the air until the southern breeze increases in intensity and each perch on the end of a plant. Both with folded wings: one on the vine and a couple meters to the right but on the same line of the ground, the other on the jasmine. When the wind calms down, they begin to flutter again and soon one more is added. His wings move the joy of this universe. They rise and fall in the center of the territory taking advantage of the air seesaws. Until the breeze drives them further.