That sounds like "Rust" by Joseph E. Kelleam. You can find this story in Isaac Asimov Presents: The Golden Years of Science Fiction, edited by Asimov and Greenberg and published by Bonanza. The clumsy claws and inability to build new robots are a dead give away.
The protagonist is X-120:
He and his companions were highly developed robots, the last ever made by the Earthmen. X-120 consisted of a globe of metal, eight feet in diameter, mounted upon four many-jointed legs. At the top of this globe was a protuberance like a kaiser's helmet which caught and stored his power from the rays of the sun.
From the "face" of the globe two ghostly quartz eyes bulged. The globe was divided by a heavy band of metal at its middle, and from this band, at each side, extended a long arm ending in a powerful claw. This claw was like the pincers of a lobster and had been built to shear through metal. Four long cables, which served as auxiliary arms, were drawn up like springs against the body.
Later:
But never in all our years have we made a single robot that resembled ourselves.
I think the killed animal was a rabbit, not a butterfly.
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