This butterfly used to spend the day hidden behind an old rag hanging on a little rack outside the back door. Every day in the winter I'd see it fly out at about ten or eleven in the morning and sun itself on the wall. Later, if I looked behind the rag, there it was, back in its hiding place. This went on all season. I looked the butterfly up and it turned out to be one that has an orange stripe in winter that turns golden in summer.
Sure enough, come summer, there was the butterfly at the pond waterfall rocks, with a golden stripe on its wing.