During all this muggy weather, millions of flying ants are
emerging from their nests below ground, and the sure way of knowing that this is
happening are the groups of circling gulls feasting on the aerial bonanza.
Newspapers are getting reports from alarmed readers seeing swarms of flying
insects coming out of cracks in paving stones, and getting stuck in peoples
hair, but it’s simply the annual mating ritual of the common garden black ant.
On landing the ants discard their wings, and immediately go searching for a new
nest site. They wait for perfectly still hot conditions, and then seem to erupt
simultaneously from nests all around our village. Taking to the skies at the
same time cuts down the risk of being snapped up by predators, and they’ll do
this throughout July and August whenever the conditions are right. These
slow-flying ants appear each year from underground nests beneath our
conservatory, and are easily snapped up by house sparrows and chaffinches
behaving like clumsy flycatchers.
Spread out in an orderly fashion on the local golf course
this evening, dozens of black-headed gulls, rooks and jackdaws also take
advantage of these rich pickings. I can’t be sure if the house martins and
swallows above are doing the same, but there are many more in the sky than
normal. There are no swifts, but they too must take advantage of this
easy-to-catch bonanza, and I suspect that breeding success must depend to some
extent on this glut of food.
It doesn’t last long, and after about half and hour the
action is over, the gulls and crows disperse, and the skies clear, but there
will be many more opportunities if the weather holds.
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