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GIAMATTI: If you had
never seen a butterfly,

you might not believe
they were real.

They are so colorful,
they can't help but be noticed,

and so fragile that being
noticed should spell their doom.

Yet butterflies are truly
among nature's

most surprising survivors...

taking on unique
powers of flight.

From a dark
and dangerous past...

butterflies have triumphed in
almost every place the planet.

They are masters of
deception and seduction,

and they're indispensable
to much of life on Earth.

This is the story
of how butterflies

have become one of
the great wonders of the world.

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GIAMATTI: We don't really know

where the name "butterfly"
came from.

The origin of the word
is lost to time...

And in many respects,

butterflies themselves
are a mystery.

But we do know
they are remarkable.

There are butterfly stories
from every culture.

One Chinese legend turned
two tragic lovers

into butterflies
some 1,600 years ago.

And that's what they've
come to symbolize most --

transformation...

metamorphosis...

the ability to abandon
an earthbound body...

and take to the air
on gossamer wings.

Squint into a midsummer
meadow in bloom.

It's as though
the flowers can fly.

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But what if we followed
not our imaginations,

but real butterflies into the
worlds they actually live in?

What would we see then?

How did these incandescent
creatures come to be?

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In the wilds
of Mozambique, Africa,

a team of scientists
are tracking down

the story of
how butterflies began.

They've come to
Gorongosa National Park,

one of the world's great
centers of biodiversity.

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Armed with the tried and true
tools of the collection trade,

the team tries to get a sense

of all the butterflies
that live here.

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MAN: Oh!

Ho ho ho.

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GIAMATTI: Akito Kawahara

of the Florida Museum
of Natural History

studies the evolution
and diversity of invertebrates.

Especially of moths
and butterflies,

a vast group called
the Lepidoptera.

KAWAHARA: In Mozambique,
we see all kinds of new species

all the time and we're
also sampling butterflies

to try to get an idea of

when butterflies evolved
and came about.

We still don't know
much about them at all.

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GIAMATTI: It's thought that
the Lepidoptera arose

as flowering plants began
to flourish across the planet.

But there are so few traces
of these delicate creatures

in the fossil record,

Akito can only discover
their origins

by looking at
the ones alive today.

Yet, he can still step
deep into the past...

in the primal darkness
of the African night.

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The very air is thick with life.

These are creatures
from an ancient world.

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Akito and his team
are attempting to reach back

into the story of
the butterfly's older cousins --

moths.

MAN: [ Chuckling ] A mantis.
There's a mantis.

KAWAHARA: There's a mantis
on the lens here.

MAN: I know.

KAWAHARA: 160,000 species
of moths described so far

and probably 500,000, maybe
a million species in the world.

We are just, just beginning
to understand what's happening.

This is a moth we want.
We want to cup that.

This is a white pyralid.
This is a white crambid.

GIAMATTI: From the astonishing
gathering of insects

drawn to the lights,

he handpicks the characters
he's interested in.

KAWAHARA: This is a noctuid...

about 150 maybe, 200?

GIAMATTI: Moths are primarily
creatures of the night.

The key to their connection with
brightly colored butterflies

may lie in the predators

that are also drawn
to this midnight swarm.

Bats.

BARBER: They're hunting up high.

WOMAN: Yeah.

GIAMATTI: The bats have
brought Jesse Barber

of Boise State University
here tonight.

He's an expert
on the ecology of sound.

Together, Jesse and Akito
are investigating how a predator

and its prey shape each other.

BARBER: We're trying to
figure out how bats

are driving moth evolution.

There's a bat.
Is it in view?

WOMAN: Yep, Yep,
right through the space.

BARBER: Nice!

GIAMATTI: As fast,
insect hunting bats

course through the air,

Jesse and his team record
what we cannot hear --

the sounds of bat sonar.

[ Bats squeaking ]

The recordings are slowed down
to a frequency within our range.

[ Bat squeaking ]

Flying with mouths open,

the bats generate
high-speed sound signals

from their larynx,

"seeing" with sound waves
and echoes.

Pinpointing
the moths' locations,

the bats scoop them up in
a catcher's mitt-like membrane

that stretches
between their feet.

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Then Jesse's ultrasonic
microphones

pick up something
more surprising --

moths sending out
their own signals

pitched at the same frequencies
as the bats' sonar.

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BARBER: To try and understand
which moths are making

ultrasound back at bats,

we bring them into a lab
setting in the field

and play echolocation calls
back at them

and try and understand
who makes sound.

[ Squeaking ]

We then have to figure out why,

and we know form lab work

back at our universities
in the States

that part of the reason
they make sound

is to jam sonar.

Rolling.

GIAMATTI: Jesse and Akito
are attempting to unravel

millions of years
of a sonic arms race

we've never been able to hear.

Bats hunting with sonar, moths
fighting back by jamming it.

BARBER: These moths are
actually screaming

at incredibly high
intensities back at bats.

[ Squeaking ]

Oh, my gosh!

Wow!
Turning the gain down.

Lots of sound!

GIAMATTI: While there are still
so many mysteries to solve,

Akito and his team
of collaborators

have made an extraordinary
breakthrough.

Using DNA sequencing, he is
tracing the genetic origin

of all the butterflies
we've identified.

Remarkably, they all share
a single ancestor --

a tiny brown moth
that fled the night

some 50 million years ago,

driven, perhaps,
by the rise of bats

relentlessly hunting
the dark skies.

In a world full of light,
moths burst into color.

We call these daytime
fliers butterflies,

but they are really some 20,000
species of colorful moths

that have spread across every
continent except Antarctica.

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The most cosmopolitan of all
is the painted lady.

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She can be found throughout
Europe, from India to Asia,

from North into South America,
and all across Africa.

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With its bright
splashes of orange,

her body is both
beautiful and alien...

and it's equipped
with keen butterfly senses.

The tips of her legs can "taste"
the leaf she stands on.

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Her eyes have more
than 30,000 lenses.

Instead of a nose,

she has antennae that
catch the faintest scent.

And she hears with membranes
in her wings.

Our painted lady isn't just
resting with wings folded,

she's listening for danger.

But one of her most remarkable
features is what

we think of as a tongue --
a proboscis.

It's made of two long strands

that zip together
to form a tube.

She usually carries it coiled,
just below her head.

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[ Birds chirping ]

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To eat is to drink,

so a butterfly simply
uncoils her proboscis,

and with the aid of a micro-pump
inside her head,

pumps liquid nourishment
up into her body.

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And it's not just nectar
they're drinking.

They can imbibe all kinds
of beverages

from lots of
different surfaces.

Sap from tree bark
and mineral-rich waters

from sand banks
and tidal edges.

Some even sip the blood, sweat,

and tears of various
hapless neighbors.

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Being able to mop up
many liquids

has helped butterflies thrive
all around the world.

And what's been good for
butterflies has been very good

for all the plants they feed on.

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Flowers prepare for
butterfly visits.

They make nectar
to offer a meal,

but it's actually
a form of seduction.

The real takeaway is pollen,
the agent of procreation.

Pollen resembles
a sticky powder,

and as the butterfly sips
from the flower,

its proboscis can't help
but pick some up.

But the butterfly
doesn't seem to mind...

or even seem to notice

that its proboscis
is encrusted with pollen.

It coils it up in the usual way,
and it's off to the next flower.

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The plant is counting
on the butterfly

to bring its pollen
to flowers of the same kind,

completing a sexual
connection the plant needs.

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That's how the birds
and the bees --

and butterflies, too --

have helped plants reproduce
for a very long time.

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But then, there's the intriguing
case of the flame azalea tree.

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Flame azaleas are native

to the Appalachian Mountains
of Virginia,

and from late spring
to midsummer,

it's easy to see how
they got their name.

All along the high ridges,
bright yellow to blazing orange

blossoms burst out
like signal fires,

unmistakable beacons
to pollinators far and wide.

But while the flowers
are showy and obvious,

just how they are
pollinated is not.

[ Birds chirping ]

Mary Jane Epps of
Mary Baldwin University

reveals that the mystery lies

in the flowers'
unusual architecture.

EPPS: So, one of
the really cool things

about flame azalea flowers

is the way the reproductive
parts are situated.

So, you have the petals, which
are fused into this long tube,

and the nectar is actually born
down at the bottom of that tube.

And here, we have the anthers,

which are the pollen-bearing
part of the plant.

And sticking even farther
out of the flower --

and you'll notice
it's sort of curved

at a slightly different
angle often --

is what's called the stigma,

that's the female
reproductive organ.

And so, for pollination
to occur,

which, of course, is required
for fruit to set

and seeds to form on a plant,

you have to have pollen
deposited on this stigma.

[ Buzzing ]

There are lots and lots
of different insects

that come to flame azaleas --
various bees,

butterflies, flies,
even beetles.

Noticing a lot of these bees
would gather lots of pollen

but never make contact
with that stigma.

So, we started wondering
who actually does

the pollination here.

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GIAMATTI: The flower's
design foils

even a large eastern tiger
swallowtail

as it comes
for a drink of nectar.

EPPS: So here's a swallowtail...

coming right in to this azalea.

GIAMATTI:
Then Mary Jane discovered

the telltale fingerprints
a butterfly leaves behind.

EPPS: Wow. All of these have
butterfly wing scales on them.

GIAMATTI: As the butterfly
drinks,

its wings constantly brush
against the anthers.

The faintest touch pulls out
a chain of pollen,

like a party streamer...

and with another wingbeat,

deposits some
on the sticky stigma.

Pollination has begun!

This discovery
was a true surprise.

It's just the third case of wing
pollination ever recorded.

But as the swallowtails flutter
from tree to tree,

it appears their wings
have become an essential partner

in the sex life
of the flame azaleas.

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A painted lady has her own
offspring to create...

and lays dozens of tiny eggs
of a surprising blue.

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Each egg is attached to a leaf
with a special glue

that keeps it in place
at any angle.

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They are jewel-like and
almost microscopically small.

She clusters them on leaves
the babies will be able to eat

when they hatch.

And that's the end of her
motherly duties.

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But in just five days,

a little caterpillar begins
to break out of its shell.

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The eggs were only the size
of a pinhead.

The baby caterpillars are
smaller than a grain of rice.

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Even the plant hairs
sprouting from the leaf

are giant obstacles for them.

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Almost nothing about
this little caterpillar

resembles its parents.

With 8 pairs of legs,
a black spiky suit,

and no wings at all,

it's an entirely
different animal.

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And its whole world is confined
to its host plant.

And so it eats.

The more it eats,
the faster it grows,

and thus begins a life of one
transformation after another.

Little painted ladies
will transition through 5 stages

called instars,

building a new body each time.

Every stage is a mini
metamorphosis

as hormones trigger

ongoing changes
in the caterpillar's body.

But unable to fly away,
they're an easy target.

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A young blue jay, no longer
being fed by its parents,

can make a good start on its own

with helpless little
caterpillars.

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But some caterpillars
are able to fight back.

A monarch is already set

on an elaborate course
of self-defense.

The milkweed it feeds on
is full of noxious chemicals,

and the caterpillar will store
them up and become noxious, too.

Some caterpillars are so toxic,

they can make their
predators really sick.

These plump, juicy-looking
characters are busy

weaponizing black cherry leaves

into a version
of hydrogen cyanide.

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All across the butterfly
kingdom,

20,000 species
known so far,

20,00 different
caterpillars parade.

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Some glow a leafy green...

others wear elaborate
disguises...

or simply taste terrible.

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This one tries
looking like a snake!

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Sometimes, it's hard to see
what look they're going for.

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Others just look disgusting...

like bird droppings...

or even an unappetizing
fur ball.

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It's all to give them a chance
to eat and not be eaten.

It's a problem they face
all their lives.

So if they carry their noxious
chemicals into adulthood,

they want their
predators to know it.

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That foul-tasting
monarch caterpillar

passes its milkweed toxins
on to its butterfly form.

Predators learn quickly
not to eat it.

And so its cousin,
the queen butterfly,

has converged on the same look.

It, too, feeds on milkweed
and tastes just as bad.

By looking so similar,

it doubles down
on the warning signal

the monarch sends to predators.

But some butterflies get away
with a bold-faced lie.

This highly toxic
pipe-vine swallowtail

is loaded with plant acids.

Its beautiful markings

are copied by
the black swallowtail...

and a dark version of
the eastern tiger swallowtail.

It's very hard to
tell them all apart,

and that's precisely the point.

Two of them are
perfectly good to eat...

but they're hoping
to scare predators away

simply by looking like their
poisonous cousin, the pipe-vine.

But whether your colors
are true or false,

you can't fool all of
the predators all of the time.

Butterflies are such
an important prey

for so many creatures,

they live in constant danger
in every field and forest.

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When you're surrounded
by enemies,

it good to have an ally.

From deep in
the Peruvian Amazon,

a report has surfaced
of some strange behavior

between a butterfly

and one of the most
formidable creatures

in all the rainforest.

They're organized, disciplined,

relentless, adaptable.

The collective power of ants
is enough to intimidate anybody.

But Aaron Pomerantz,

a PhD student at
the University of California,

has come to Peru to follow up

on a startling account
of a butterfly

braving such an army.

POMERANTZ:
So a collaborator of mine,

his name is Phil Torres,

he noticed that there
were these butterflies

that were sort of hanging out
with ants on bamboo stalks,

which was kind of odd because

ants usually treat butterflies
as they would anything else.

They'll attack them.

They'll, you know,
use them as a food source.

GIAMATTI: The bamboo itself is
an important part of the story.

POMERANTZ: From what
I've been reading,

not a lot of things eat bamboo.

It's really tough, you know,
old, woody cellulose.

GIAMATTI: But Aaron began
searching for

just the right young stalks

and made
a fascinating discovery.

Tiny ants swarm all over
the ends of the stalks,

drinking a sugary nectar seeping
from the tips of the shoots.

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POMERANTZ: At the base of the
bamboo there are these leaves.

So, as I pulled one back...

Oh, we got caterpillars!

...there were ants
hovering over them,

and I thought, oh, man, this
might be the first time anyone

has ever seen the larval stage
for this butterfly.

GIAMATTI: Aaron had uncovered
a story that was new to science.

He had discovered the unusual
life cycle of a butterfly

called Adelotypa annulifera.

Its tiny caterpillars are doted
on by ferocious ants.

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POMERANTZ: Oh, very cool.

GIAMATTI: Then, Aaron noticed
that the caterpillars, too,

were drinking the bamboo sap,

all the while under
the protection of the ants.

POMERANTZ: if we actually tried
to get in there

and handle the caterpillar,

the ants would attack us.

You know, whether you're
a parasitoid wasp,

or a bird, or a human,

these ants are going to protect
them until their last breath.

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GIAMATTI: The caterpillars earn
this security service

by producing a sweet nectar of
their own from the bamboo sap.

It's highly nutritious
and rich in energy,

and the ants mob
the caterpillars

to gain access
to this special brew.

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But what of the butterflies?

How does this story end?

Aaron sets up
a time-lapse camera

focused on the tip
of a bamboo shoot.

POMERANTZ: The butterflies
are very rare.

They're very skittish,
so it could be that our presence

is preventing them
from coming by,

but we're going to let this sit
and take an image

every set half hour or so.

And, if we're lucky, maybe
the butterfly will come by.

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Ah, there we go!

GIAMATTI: Left undisturbed
for hours in the rainforest,

the camera has captured
a glimpse

of these most
remarkable butterflies.

They, too, come to bamboo to sip
the nectar in a rare instance

of butterflies

and their caterpillars
relying on the same food.

The nectar appears to fuel
their entire lives.

And amazingly,
the ants allow it.

It's the only example we know
of where ants

and butterflies feed together.

And look closely at
the butterfly's wings.

Red spots grouped in threes
may be mimicking the ants

and doubling
the butterfly's defenses.

Instead of a butterfly, a bird
might look down and see nasty,

stinging insects,

while the ants, looking up,

see a reassuring version
of themselves.

With or without bodyguards,
a caterpillar's job

is to store up enough energy

to undergo one of
the greatest rites of passage

in all of nature.

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A painted lady has reached
her last instar

and finally stops eating.

She spins a bit of silk,
attaches herself to a stem,

and hangs head down.

Underneath her final
caterpillar skin,

she is once more
creating a new body,

but this time,
it's stunningly different

than the 5 bodies
she has made before.

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When she finally
wriggles free...

she is no longer
a caterpillar at all.

She has become a chrysalis,
a butterfly pupa.

Her new shape is already
a blueprint for the creature

she will ultimately be.

But now she's in the midst
of a transformation so radical,

science is still attempting
to decipher how she does it.

Her outer skin dries
and hardens.

For most of the next two weeks,

the dull casing
of skin looks dormant.

But inside, special cells
send out instructions

that complete
a miraculous metamorphosis.

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Then...

suddenly...

she splits that skin open
and is born again

as a fully formed butterfly!

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She seems surprised
by her unfamiliar body.

How strange her new
extended legs must feel.

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Her head now has large,
complex eyes.

Her jaws have been replaced
with a long proboscis.

Its two unruly strands
must be zipped together,

and she struggles
to get them under control.

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And now she has the ultimate
in new parts -- wings!

Slowly, they unfurl.

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Finally, she takes flight,

joining a new cohort
of butterflies

trying out their wings
for the very first time.

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And the way they fly is unique.

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Butterflies have such
large wings for their size,

they contract their entire
bodies to move them.

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They lurch and flop around,

big wings laboring
through the air.

Their flight may look awkward,
but none of it is a mistake.

They are so maneuverable, and
their flight plan so erratic,

they're very hard for predators
to catch in the air.

Their large wings act
like an enormous rudder,

enabling a change in direction
with almost every flap.

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They hover by stroking back
through the swirling wake

they just created.

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They often clap their wings
behind their backs,

squeezing out a jet of air
to push themselves forward.

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Despite what it looks like,
they fly with complete control.

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Now they can feed on nectar.

But a butterfly doesn't go
through metamorphosis

just for a new kind of food.

If caterpillars were made
for eating,

butterflies are made for mating.

Caterpillars are just juveniles,
unable to breed,

their lives limited
to a leaf or two.

Now they are adults,

and wings open up
a world of possibilities.

They compete...

and flirt...

dancing in the air...

circling skyward
in a butterfly ballet.

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When they do mate,
they join at the abdomen,

facing away from each other.

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How long they stay
together varies widely

from couple to couple.

Incredibly, some partners
stay joined for hours.

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But not long after they part,

the female must find
the right host plant

on which to lay her eggs.

Painted ladies are
able to choose

among a hundred
different plants

their caterpillars will eat.

Adults can survive on nectar
from thorny acacia trees.

And that brings their story
here to the edge

of the great Sahara Desert
in North Africa.

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This harsh, remote landscape in
the Anti-Atlas region of Morocco

is more of a moonscape
than a butterfly garden,

but it's the starting point
of a butterfly tale

so astonishing,
it's hard to believe.

STEFANESCU:
[ Speaking foreign language ]

Hey, hey, yes!

This is a...well, a very,
very old painted lady.

When you see
one butterfly like this,

you have to think what happened
during his life or her life.

Because you see all these wings
that are so broken?

So it's really a mystery
what happened to this butterfly.

GIAMATTI: Constanti Stefanescu

of the Natural History
Museum of Granollers

has come from Spain
to unravel the painted ladies'

remarkable story.

Intriguingly, the first
to appear here in the fall

are already at the end
of their lives.

They have to be coming
from someplace else.

So Constanti analyzed stable
isotopes of hydrogen

in their wings

to identify the region
where the butterflies were born.

The results were a revelation.

These worn and torn
painted ladies, he discovered,

had undertaken
an impossible journey,

some arriving in Morocco from as
far away as the Arctic Circle.

Their amazing feat of flying
and endurance begins

as the cool,
wet winter in the desert

turns to a hot, dry spring.

Host plants and nectar
sources begin to wither.

Painted ladies suddenly depart,

turning north
with an urgent purpose,

looking for fresh food
for themselves

and their caterpillars.

After crossing
the Atlas Mountains,

it's a short hop
from Morocco to Spain.

But painted ladies
even farther south

departed months ago from
the tropical edge of the Sahara,

riding warm African winds
all the way across the desert

and the Mediterranean Sea.

They arrive in Rome,
Marseille,

and Barcelona,

and seek out some much
needed nectar.

Then they mate and lay eggs.

In six to eight weeks, a new
generation picks up the baton

and continues north.

They cross the Alps,
fly up the Rhine,

spreading all throughout Europe,

stopping to create new
generations all along the way.

By the end of summer,

they finally reach high
into Scandinavia...

and then suddenly disappear!

What happens next has been one
of the long-standing mysteries

in natural history.

No one had ever witnessed
the return flight south

of the painted ladies.

They simply flew to the north
and vanished.

It was long thought
they all died in the autumn.

But Constanti Stefanescu knew

that somehow they were
returning to Africa.

So he turned to Jason Chapman of
Rothamsted Research in the UK.

Jason studies the emerging
field of aeroecology --

how animals travel up
in the atmosphere.

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This green drum-like apparatus

is Jason's
Vertical Looking Radar.

It sends pulses
of electromagnetic waves

straight up,
4,000 feet into the sky.

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Any insect, bird, or bat
that flies through its beam

will bounce a signal
back to the dish.

CHAPMAN: Okay.

GIAMATTI: But to interpret
what the radar sees

and physically confirm

which animals are up
in the atmosphere,

Jason and his team send aloft
a series of aerial nets

attached
to high-flying balloons.

CHAPMAN: Well, the really
exciting thing about

the new field of aeroecology

is that we now have the tools
that can allow us to figure out

how insects
are using wind currents

or being affected
by wind currents

to carry out their migrations.

Are we up?

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GIAMATTI: The sampling goes
on day and night,

and as the nets go up,

they recede into a sky so vast,
it seems an impossible task

to measure and understand
what's going on up there.

But Jason and his radar and nets

have revealed
an unimagined global highway

and solved the mystery
of the vanishing butterflies.

At any given hour, thousands
of feet above our heads,

there are literally trillions
of insects riding the winds.

Among them are millions
of painted ladies.

As autumn arrives high
in Northern Europe,

and their resources
are running out,

painted ladies do disappear.

They launch themselves
into prevailing winds

1,500 feet above the ground.

Guided by internal
compasses set on the sun,

they begin to stream south,
flying at 30 miles per hour

and up to 300 miles a day.

Though these butterflies
have never been there before,

they are returning to the land
of their ancestors.

If conditions are good,

this one generation will
reach Africa in a week.

Millions will continue
flying south,

across the Sahara
to the tropics.

From Africa to Scandinavia
and back, painted ladies

will have travelled
some 9,000 miles,

3,000 miles farther than their
famous cousins, the monarchs.

They are champions
of distance and altitude,

completing the longest migration
of any insect ever discovered.

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Many are bound for Morocco,

where Constanti Stefanescu
and his team

have been waiting for them.

He can only imagine what
they've been through

and how such
a small, fragile creature

has accomplished
such an enormous feat.

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STEFANESCU: This is a very old
painted lady

that has been attacked
by a bird, probably.

But she's still visiting
the flowers

and trying to obtain food.

Hmm.

That's a male,

a migrant that has come
probably from Europe.

In a one hour or so, he will
start to defend territories

and try to obtain a mate.

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GIAMATTI: And so, as one
butterfly's story

comes to an end,

another's is just beginning.

Painted ladies pass their torch
on in a never-ending journey...

from butterfly...

to egg...

to caterpillar...

to chrysalis...

to butterfly...

in a ceaseless cycle
of transformation.

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They are both ephemeral
and eternal.

And perhaps that's what we see

when we look
at real butterflies...

delicate but enduring heroes

in the long game of life.

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To learn more about what you've
seen on this "Nature" program,

visit pbs.org.

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