Breakfast on the Deck

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 theContinue reading “Breakfast on the Deck”

Meals On Wings

Flying ants! An alate emergence as we toffs call it. Whattapleasure. The birds and frogs went crazy. A golden mole must have got carried away too as we found him swimming in the pool this morning, poor fella. Jessie scooped him out and he was soon burrowing his way under the grass. Hottentot golden molesContinue reading “Meals On Wings”

Rain and Meals on Wings

At last some good rain. And the flying ants are out in force! Wings and scurrying bodies everywhere, clustered around our lights. “We’ll have fat geckos and I hope the owls and nightjars have a feast, Tom! Even the monkeys will love it if they’re still around tomorrow” Grumble grumble I don’t like them heContinue reading “Rain and Meals on Wings”