Mount Jerrabomberra

Here we are, my mother wearing an Australian army hat at the height of bushland chic, on the top of Mount Jerrabomberra, closer to Canberra. In my hand is a butterfly net, machined by my mother to my father’s exacting specification, its gusset carefully stitched, the net deep enough that it can be folded over the frame, so that the trapped butterfly can be examined without any battering of the wings. Perhaps there were swallowtails, their wings mottled with gum-leaf green. I do not remember.

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