Egg, bacon, tomato, black coffee and binoculars. Thanks, Cecelia!
The flying ants were trying to pair up and scurry off and mate after shrugging off their wings, but the ants were nabbing them. The ants, in turn were being robbed by the birds and a skink. They’d grab the juicy termite, flick hard, separating the ant, then peck up and gobble down the termite. Termites taste like butter, ants taste like acid.
Indoors there was also some wildlife to be seen:
Made me late for work!
More this week:
Westville Kookaburra – Brown-hooded Kingfisher
Westville Pteradactyl – Hadeda Ibis
