I went out to put the Girls to bed tonight and they were not interested in pre-bedtime treats as they were having a ball snatching up little flying things around them. Then I realised it was that time of year again—nuptial flight night. I wrote about it last year and thought I’d reblog that post. I took a punt on the time and selected October 2013 in the archives and sure enough, there it was. This year the event is a week later and as I said then, I don’t know what triggers it, but it’s usually at the end of a warm spring day. And lo and behold, today was our warmest day so far this spring. Ain’t nature wunnerful?
Here’s the reblog:
Last evening I was at the computer, clicking away and chasing links when I realised it was well after 7 pm and heading into twilight. The chooks were still in their outdoor ‘playground’ and needed to be shooed into their secure run and locked in for the night.
I dropped the mouse and went outside, only to be hit in the face by a horde of flying things. As soon as I saw the carpet of insect wings and staggering ants on the deck I knew what was happening. It was Nuptial Flight Night.
The house is surrounded by ant nests. I don’t know which species, but I think they’re sugar ants. They move enormous amounts of sand, bringing it up from below and making neat little volcanic cones of sand grains around each hole. Yet I rarely ever see any ants around the holes. I tolerate them because they…
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