My eye followed the flight of the pale swallowtail butterfly floating from bush to bush sipping nectar from Sahal flowers. It's flawless beauty that happens only with time. I heard some cheeps and saw a young robin standing on the edge of the nest. The bird could not see us standing behind the woodpile. The youngster with its speckled breast hopped slowly around on the Sahal branches. Faster and faster it went until it leaped off a branch and fell end over end into the swordferns below. Do young birds ever feel discouragement? A birds flight like a butterfly's does not happen overnight. Aren't most things connected to character building the same?