Soon I found myself filling the waiting time,
when birds were slow in coming before the cameras, when clouds
obscured the light too much for fast exposures, or on grey days,
by searching for moths. Then in collecting abandoned nests,
cocoons were found on limbs, inside stumps, among leaves when
gathering nuts, or queer shining pupae-cases came to light as
I lifted wild flowers in the fall. All these were carried to my
little conservatory, placed in as natural conditions as possible,
and studies were made from the moths that emerged the following
spring. I am not sure but that "Moths of Limberlost Cabin"
would be the most appropriate title for this book.
Sometimes, before I had finished with them, they paired, mated,
and dotted everything with fertile eggs, from which tiny
caterpillars soon would emerge. It became a matter of intense
interest to provide their natural foods and raise them. That
started me to watching for caterpillars and eggs out of doors,
and friends of my work began carrying them to me.
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