Quite a day for celebrating life and biodiversity. It started out with sampling of ants
then photographing caterpillars doing the conga, observing lounging lions, and
then watching the nightlife of the Park.
Just another day in Gorongosa.
In the morning Gary Alpert and I finished hanging up the leaf litter samples from yesterday in the Winkler funnels. This method basically dries out the leaf litter and the ants move to the bottom in a small pouch of alcohol where they are trapped. As we were finishing Greg Carr and Bob Poole arrived out of breath telling of us something amazing that was going with insects outside the fences. We quickly gathered our camera gear and rushed out to the dirt road to Vinho.
Upon reaching the forest road to Vinho we saw what the excitement was about. They had observed a procession of caterpillars
moving in a chain. We stayed with them for a while photographing with with
different cameras and accessories.
It was beautiful sight. It
was nearly destroyed by a passing truck.
However, Greg helped direct the massive truck over it so the ants could move undistrurbed. The caterpillars would possibly keep
moving and eventually stop in an ideal location and then metamorphosis in mass.
As darkness descended some fireflies buzzed near our
truck. Upon looking further out to
the flood plain we could pick up more and more of them. As our eyes adjusted from the spotlight
we had been using to see nightlife, we viewed an incredible spectacle out
across the marsh. The
bioluminescence of the flies appeared to be pulsing across the plain in
waves.
Ranger Lucas stands watch as James Byrne, producer of Lost Eden lights up the night. |
The mesmerizing dancing lights kept us entertained as Piotr
went out to collect more katydids.
His technique is to use a high frequency amplifier to detect specific
calls from the katydids. The instrument is similar to what bat biologists use to detect bat echolocation. Piotr
was able to pick up the unique song of each species and also determine the
relative distance of each animal.
Late in day we spotted a mother hippo and its baby heading
out into the flood plain. The young hippo was nudged along into the deeper
grass until we could just see its ears popping up over the tips of the
grass. It was now safe in the
refuge of the marsh. We thought of our mothers and gave thanks to their love
and the freedom they gave us to do things like letting us go out in the night
and collect insects in the bush.
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