We would see the butterflies flying, little yellow ones. At a certain time of the year. You don’t see them anymore. They would go up Murray Upper way up the Tully River. They would go to a certain place, a circular cave. They would all fly north after winter. They might go there to lay, I don’t know why. All heading in one direction. I don’t know why they would go that way. They would keep moving.
I also saw the brown ones in a big tree at Reedy Brook.