Elvis is not dead. The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll is preserved in photographs registered with the Library of Congress. Last week, while obtaining copyright for a publication, I looked up questions frequently asked of the United States’ copyright office. The question that caught my eye was “How do I protect my sighting of Elvis?” I kid you not. The answer? “Copyright law does not protect sightings. However, copyright law will protect your photo (or other depiction) of your sighting of Elvis.” I assume they are talking about Elvis Presley. I would love to see Elvis Costello walking down a sidewalk in downtown Kalida, but could probably gain more notoriety with a time-stamped cellphone shot of the living breathing sequin-garbed hound dog himself.

Another thing that gave me pause last week was a Monarch butterfly. I hit the brakes as the insect drifted with the thermals across Road 8, but I didn’t stop in time to keep the insect from connecting with the grill. It amazes me what these migrants can endure. I hopped out, hoping that the winged thing was still alive. I lifted her from the fiberglass front and she flew into the air along the Blanchard River.

The next morning, another Monarch kept pace with me as I ran. One township had just mowed the roadside along that stretch. Two country blocks south blue chicory, yellow sow thistle and common milkweed still stood at some height. Although some eggs were shriveled and brown from a dose of herbicide, Monarch fry clung to the underside of the latter’s leaves. I took a few photos. A friend goes several steps farther, filling a pop-up camper with milkweed cut at the stem. She keeps the plants green in buckets of water until the eggs are larva and the larva are cocooned. She tags and releases the adults, trusting that they don’t follow Elvis’ blue suede footsteps into oblivion.