"I think weíve seen just about all
of the Hebrides islands, donít you?" Bonnie said. It looks like weíre
headed inland and Iím ready for that. Itís been cold."
"Weíve got one more stop. I want to
show you the Isle of Skye," Bruce said.
"The Isle of Skye, like in the song
and with Bonnie Prince Charlie and Flora McDonald and all that?" Bonnie
"Yes, thatís the one. Weíre going to
a place called Dunvegan, which is on the west side of the island. Not far
from there, on the moors, grows this flower called the yellow iris. It
only blooms in summer and they say its nectar is to die for," Bruce told
"Sounds good to me. Why donít you
fill me in on Dunvegan while weíre flying," Bonnie urged.
"All right. Dunvegan has a castle.
Itís the oldest inhabited castle in Scotland. Itís beautiful. It sits on a
rocky peninsula, like an island. Parts of it date from the 9th
century. The Macleod clan owns it and much of the island of Skye."
"Weíve seen so many castles. What
makes this one so unique?" Bonnie asked.
"The fairy flag."
"The fairy flag? Whatís that?"
"Thereís a legend or two about it.
One is that the fairies gave it to the family long ago and the other is
that it dates from 400-700 A.D. and was brought here from Jerusalem. Now
thatís an old flag," Bruce explained.
"Wow. I canít wait to see it,"
Bonnie said, excitedly.
"Donít hold your breath. They donít
fly it all the time, but we might be lucky."
The butterflies soon found
themselves surrounded by a thick mist. "Bruce, where are you?" Bonnie
shouted, losing sight of him.
"Iím over here. Itís certainly
misty. We must be over Skye. They call it the ĎMisty Isleí and now I can
see why. Letís land and see where we are," Bruce suggested.
The two butterflies fluttered to the
ground. "Look at those hills," Bonnie said. "You canít see much of them
but they look flat-topped."
"Ah, those are Macleodís Tables.
There are all kinds of odd rock formations, black stone hills and tall,
rugged mountains called the Cuillins, all on this island. Its quite
"Weíll never know unless this mist
disappears," Bonnie sighed. "Oh look, Bruce. Thereís a deer over there in
the woods. Itís a magnificent creature. Look at its horns. He must be so
proud of them," Bonnie said, amazed. It was bending over, sipping water
from the stream. "I wonder if there are fish in that stream?"
"You bet. Itís probably filled with
salmon and Iím sure a few otters live under the banks and maybe a beaver
or two," Bruce told her. "Would you like to go into town? Itís a wee
village, but quite interesting."
"Yes, Iíd like that," Bonnie said.
They flew towards Dunvegan and soon found themselves flying down the main
street. "Is that a thatched cottage?" she asked.
"It is, but they use it as a museum.
Once there was a giant who lived here," Bruce said.
"Bruce, there are no such things as
giants," Bonnie scoffed.
"Yes there was. His name was the
Giant MacAskill and he was nearly 8 feet tall. He lived from 1825 to1863,
right here in this area. I think there are a few things about him in the
"Did he go, ĎFee Fi Fo Fumí?" Bonnie
"No, he wasnít that type of giant,
like you find in a fairy tale. He was just a big man," Bruce said.
"I like it here. Itís pretty, but my
stomach is calling for those yellow irises. Letís go to the castle and see
if the fairy flag is out and then you can show me the moors," Bonnie
They fluttered away towards Dunvegan
Castle. The fairy flag wasnít out and they were both disappointed, but
found peace and beauty there. The loch was still and the sunlight danced
on the water. "This is beautiful and so quiet," Bonnie said. "Iím glad we
stopped here, but as I said before, my tummyís growling, Bruce." They
headed for the peaty moorland. "Look at all the puddles of water and
spongy ground," Bonnie noted.
"Here we are," Bruce said, landing
on a yellow iris. "Have a taste and tell me what you think."
Bonnie stuck her proboscis into it.
"Oh, thatís lovely. Itís very delicious."
"I thought youíd like it. Was it
worth the trip?" he asked.
"Definitely," she sighed with a
The day passed quickly. "Bonnie, I
think its time we headed to mainland Scotland. It looks like night-time
will bring a storm." Bruce looked up at the clouds.
"Let me have just another few sips
and then we can be on our way," Bonnie said, drinking a little more
nectar. "All right, Iím ready."
Off they went, leaving the Hebrides
behind them and heading towards a new adventure.