Monday, February 19, 2018

The craft of the woodpecker

All right!  Today's Twig or Stem All Pecked Up by Birds belongs to elder, Sambucus sp.  I ran across this example the other day at Footbridge Farm, while housesitting for friends John and Jana.

Arrows point to holes pecked in the stem.  Count them with me now!


Eleven holes can be made out (some more easily than others) from this view...and, counting the ones further up or down the stem, or on the side not visible to the camera, there were 17 total holes!  On one stem!  That's some serious foraging.

Here's part of another elder stem showing some bird holes in more detail.


One problem with trying to figure out which insect the birds were after when you find something like this is that, well, the birds ate what they were after...so it's not there anymore.  And, of course, even when the birds miss a few larvae or pupae in the stem, if the foraging event happened a while ago, say, in early summer -- and any surviving insects have since emerged -- then you're also out of luck. Since the bird holes on these elder stems looked pretty weathered, I figured that second scenario was probably the case here: even the insect survivors had long since departed.  But I dutifully opened the stems up anyway, just to see what was in there.

Sure enough, they were mostly empty.  I found obvious signs of pith tunneling, probably by larvae of some kind of moth or beetle -- perhaps what the birds had been hunting -- but no actual insects.

Except, that is, for this one.


As you may recognize, this is a caterpillar -- the larva of a moth (order Lepidoptera).  Here's a head shot.


This detail of a lateral (from the side) shot shows two of the caterpillar's spiracles, through which it breathes (look closely to see the two small oval openings in the caterpillar's exoskeleton).


Unfortunately, there is something seriously wrong with this caterpillar.  For one thing, it's dead.  But besides that...can you see how it's sort of swollen?


(The big whitish thing in these shots is a paper point, to which I've glued the specimen.)


If you were to gently squeeze this caterpillar between your thumb and forefinger, you would find it to have no give at all -- it is stiff.  Hard.  Dry.

It's a caterpillar mummy!

And guess what: another animal made it into a mummy.

Nope, not a spider.  We're talking about something way weirder than a spider.  Something that's actually still inside the caterpillar.

A mummy-wasp!

There are over 200 North American species of wasps in the genus Aleoides, and they are known collectively as the mummy-wasps.  These aren't social wasps like yellow jackets; they don't build big elaborate nests and they can't sting you.  Instead, they are specialized parasitoids of caterpillars.  Unlike a parasite (a human head louse, for instance), which lives on or in its host without killing it, a parasitoid kills its host to complete its larval development.   Many species of parasitoid wasps emerge from their host's corpse as fully grown larvae, and then spin a cocoon externally.  Mummy-wasps, however, have figured out how to manipulate their host so that its tissues harden and dry with the immature wasp still inside -- effectively creating a sheltered "cocoon" in which the wasp can pupate and undergo the transformation to adulthood.

More pictures of caterpillar mummies made by these wasps:  Mummy #1 | Mummy #2 | Mummy #3

And here's a great image from a scientific paper1 showing a mummy-wasp adult, its host caterpillar (while still healthy-looking), and the mummy (#97) whence the adult wasp emerged.


In most cases just one adult wasp emerges from each mummy, but larvae of Aleoides stigmator mummy-wasps develop gragariously in a host, so that many adults may come out of a single mummy -- leaving it riddled with neatly round exit holes.

That won't be the case with the mummy from the elder stem, though.  A. stigmator apparently emerges from its host in summer or fall and does not overwinter inside it.  Since I don't see any exit holes, the maker of this mummy is probably some other species of Aleoides -- and it's still inside its host's hardened remains, waiting for spring.2


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This is all very interesting, but unless we can figure out the identity of the mummified caterpillar, we're no closer to determining which particular insect the birds are looking for in elder canes.  And even if we can identify the mummy, there's no guarantee it's what the birds were after.  How do we know this caterpillar (pre-mummification) didn't just wander into the cane a few months after the cane was raided by birds?  (Many foliage-feeding caterpillars undergo a "wandering phase" just before pupation, and they can wind up in all sorts of interesting nooks and crannies.)  So...where do we go from here?

Let's leave the subject of bug-mummies and turn instead to the first photo in this post -- the one with the long section of elder cane, all pecked full of holes.  Here's a detail from that image to jog your memory (I've rotated it ninety degrees).


Now, with that in mind, check this out:


If you look closely, you can see holes in the stems.  Here's the caption that came with this image:


OK, so who exactly is "Achatodes zeae"?  And what's with that weird font?

Well, the font's not weird, it's just old, that's all.  I think old fonts are pretty cool.



To be specific, this font is at least 85 years old, as of this month.  February 1933 is, as far as I can tell, the last time anyone snapped a picture of an elder cane raided by birds and then tried to share the photo (and a written explanation) with the world.  My über-retro counterpart (if I may call him that) is a certain J.C. Silver...and here's part of the title page from Silver's writeup3:



The "spindle worm" Silver refers to in his title is Achatodes zeae -- the creature those hungry birds were looking for when they tore into the elder stems shown in that black-and-white photo. Here, Silver gives the full story behind the photo.


In this article he also includes an image showing spindle worm larvae inside elder canes.  (This animal is also referred to as the elder borer for its habit of feeding inside Sambucus stems.)


As it turns out, MJ Hatfield has collected these caterpillars from elder right here in Winneshiek County, in an attempt to rear them to adulthood.

© MJ Hatfield

Pretty striking, eh?  Interestingly, the spindle worm bears a strong resemblance to the parsnip webworm -- another insect that bores into herbaceous stems and is there sought out by birds.  (I wrote about that bird-plant-insect association in A smart bunch, part 2.)

Parsnip webworm © Tarmo Lampinen
The likeness is uncanny enough to make me wonder if some sort of mimicry complex might be going on here -- a game of evolutionary bait-and-switch in which one or more animal species evolves to resemble an unrelated model species that predators (like downy woodpeckers) already recognize as distasteful.  But that's just speculation....

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It sure seems like J.C. Silver and I may have both observed evidence of the same kind of insect, albeit eight and half decades apart.  But it's important to remember that many plants may have their stems tunneled out by more than one species of insect -- and the sign left behind is not always clear and diagnostic for a particular culprit.  (I suspect the mummified caterpillar is something other than a spindle worm -- you may notice it doesn't resemble an A. zeae larva very closely.)  We'll have to wait for spring and summer in order to confirm that spindle worms are common enough around here to attract downy woodpeckers to their elder stem hideouts.

For now, I'll just say this appears to be yet another example of how intelligent woodpeckers are.  I got some much-appreciated vindication on this point just the other day, when I picked up my housemate's copy of the February 2018 issue of National Geographic.  When I turned to the illustration comparing the known or hypothesized "smarts" of various birds, I whooped with joy.  There -- right next to the common raven and the gray parrot, two of humanity's most celebrated "bird brainiacs" -- was our very own pileated woodpecker!  The illustration ranks birds based on the proportion of their brain devoted to the forebrain, explaining that, according to a prevailing hypothesis, "the bigger a bird's forebrain as part of its entire brain, the smarter the bird."  Pileated woodpeckers, having 77% forebrain mass, are neck and neck with common ravens (80%) and gray parrots (79%)...and, among the bird species studied, pileateds ranked second in "innovativeness," behind only ravens.4

Downy woodpeckers were not included in the study; and yes, I know, I know, leave it to humans to rank other animals according to the size of their brains.  But this illustration sent my mood sky-high.  The more I watch woodpeckers, the smarter they seem...and the more I want their intelligence to be witnessed by others, to be commonly appreciated.  When you think about it, what these animals do is remarkable.  They survive the coldest, harshest months of the year by locating little insect larvae hidden away behind walls of cellulose.  For this they may seem quirky, or odd, or not quite "with it" -- the stuff of Woody Woodpecker cartoons -- but, to me, quite the opposite truth is becoming clear: they absolutely deserve our respect.

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Notes
1.  Shimbori, E.M. and S.R. Shaw. 2014. Twenty-four new species of Aleiodes Wesmael from the eastern Andes of Ecuador with associated biological information (Hymenoptera, Braconidae, Rogadinae). ZooKeys 405: 1-81.
2.  However, Aleoides isn't the only genus to which our mystery mummy-wasp could belong.  There's a whole subfamily of mummy-wasps -- the Rogadinae -- containing several other genera.
3.  Silver, J.C. 1933.  Biology and morpohology of the spindle worm, or elder borer.  Technical Bulletin No. 345. United States Department of Agriculture: Washington, D.C.
4.  https://www.nationalgeographic.com/magazine/2018/02/bird-brains-crows-cockatoos-songbirds-corvids/

Friday, February 9, 2018

Winter arachnids







Let us give thanks for what we have.


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I


I awoke the other day to a little present waiting for me on my bedside table.


See that little speck on the notebook?




Not the memory card, but rather the thing next to it.







Oooo!  Gift wrapped in silk and everything.

My benefactor was directly overhead (cackling with glee, I'm sure).




Hello you!  

This is Parasteatoda tepidariorum, also known as the common house spider.  You may recognize it as one of the spiders responsible for the cobwebs in our homes; in fact, it belongs to a family called the "cobweb weavers."  This family, whose scientific name is Theridiidae (don't ask me how to pronounce that!), also contains the dreaded black widow spider.  However, most species in the family -- including P. tepidariorum -- are harmless.

After feeding on its prey, the common house spider carefully cuts the corpse from its cobweb and lets it fall to the ground...or to wherever it ends up landing (a bedside table, for instance).   Makes a good way to let everyone know you're around, eh?  Oh, y' know, just little ol' me, hanging out up here, watching your comings and goings...reading over your shoulder before you turn out the light...hey, you know that fly that was banging around in the lampshade while we were trying to read Wicked the other night?  Well, there's a reason you didn't hear it last night.  Yeah.  Not that you noticed.  (*drops fly*) Well now you will!  Heh heh heh...

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II

Speaking of cobweb weavers...and black widows in particular...have you met Beatrice?


Beatrice is my pet black widow spider.  About two and a half years ago, she showed up in a box of organic California red grapes at the food co-op where I used to work.  I had lifted the box of grapes off the pallet, opened it up, and pulled out a few bags of the grapes to inspect them -- only then to notice, left behind in the box where the bags had been, an eight-legged creature, jet black and shiny...not at all like the spiders I'm used to seeing around here.  My heart jumped when I realized what it was.  Most people would have killed the spider immediately, and I considered this...but decided to save her instead.  Here she is shortly after I brought her home, in July 2015:



As you can see, she's not looking particularly plump...the journey from California via refrigerated truck left her hungry.  Fortunately, she accepted a fly I placed in her container for food.  I have mostly fed her flies ever since.

People tend to react with surprise and sometimes fear when I tell them about Beatrice.  This is understandable; I was afraid of her at first too.  I still occasionally dream about her escaping from her terrarium.  And if she were a restless, wandering sort, this could indeed be a legitimate concern.  But instead of prowling her new, secure, homemade container-dwelling, searching every nook and cranny for an escape route, Beatrice settled right in.  When I first opened the tiny door I built into the terrarium in order to introduce prey items, she did not race over and try to squeeze out.  She stayed right where she was -- hanging upside down and motionless from her newly spun cobweb.

Female black widows, I would soon discover, are very sedentary.  Beatrice has spent nearly every hour of the last two and a half years in that same posture and position -- calm, still, and ready, suspended from her web.  Of course she leaps into action when a live fly is buzzing around in her container.  But otherwise, she has a serene and meditative energy about her.  Honestly, in her long stretches of peaceful silence, she gives the impression of one who is...well...how else to say it?  Communing with the divine.

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Some other fun facts about Beatrice: She drinks water (which I provide by wetting my hand and letting a few drops fall onto the screen top of her terrarium); she won't eat Asian lady beetles (believe me, I've tried!); she has molted twice (I think) since we became acquainted.  And yes, she has the infamous red hourglass!  In fact, only females have it, and it's on the underside of the abdomen -- not the upperside, which is where I had expected it to be when I saw Beatrice for the first time.


Just beneath the hourglass are her spinnerets, from which she pulls her silk.


Here's to you, Beatrice; may you spin your way through many a coming day in comfort and peace...and continue to inspire admiration and respect as an ambassador for the eight-leggeds.

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III


Once, in an upstairs hallway of the house I share with two human housemates, I spotted a very small and very charismatic creature perched on the wall.  I was delighted to see it -- an animal of this kind had not appeared in my life for quite some time -- and I showed it off to my housemate Steffen.  Roughly a year would pass before I would see one again.  This time it was on the wall in my bedroom, just the other day.



This is a pseudoscorpion (the first part is pronounced "soo-doh").  It belongs in the arachnid clan with spiders -- notice its eight legs -- and, though it resembles a true scorpion (which is also an arachnid), it's something different.  Perhaps the most obvious difference is that it lacks that jointed, stinger-barbed tail.  As a result, it's harmless to people.  Pseudoscorpions are predators that feed on other arthropods and, as such, they deserve a hearty welcome when they choose to settle in our homes.


The pincers -- borne on leglike appendages called pedipalps -- are useful for capturing prey.  I find them fascinating for a couple reasons.  First of all, they typically contain poison glands (although again, these animals are too small to harm people).  Second, the pincers are highly dexterous.  When confined briefly to a glass vial, this pseudoscorpion used its pincers to feel its away around and to search for an escape route.

As I photographed the pseudoscorpion, I discovered that its pincers are equipped with a number of tiny hairs.  Here, I've adjusted the brightness of the image so the hairs are more visible.



I imagine these hairs (technically setae) could serve to enhance the sensitivity of the pincers, but I have no evidence in support of that idea.

The pseudoscorpion also took time during its photo shoot to groom its pincers -- a slow and careful ritual.  I felt lucky to capture this behavior on camera.





Being small doesn't mean you can't have a big personality.







I played around with the lighting, too.






And thou art lovely, my friend,
  and ferocious --
A little terror who fits
  on a pencil eraser.
How many people know of you?
I, a bully, with those looming
  fleshy fingers,
  nudging you here and there
  for the photo shoot --
I do not know the fear of you.
We are giants, we humans,
  behemoths of the vast house-realm,
  oblivious to the inky-black crevasses
  of wooden trim and wallboard
  in which you lurk.
A merry terror you are to me,
  your pinchers waving.
Prowl the shadows kindly,
  with a buoyant heart,
  if that be in your nature;
  for you also
  are a being of light.

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IV


Have you ever seen a spider in the snow?

Walking through the woods on a mild winter day -- sun shining, temperature right around freezing or just above -- I sometimes come across small spiders making their way optimistically, if sluggishly, across expanses of snow.  I've never understood why they're there, but it's a delight to come upon them.  For a time, in the winter of 2016, I would even go hunting for snow spiders.  (They stand out on snow, but many individuals may also be found on dead stems of herbs or twigs of low shrubs and saplings, where they often rest motionless and bud-like.)  Scooped gently from snow, stem, or twig and placed under my homemade portable "bug scope," these hardy little beasts made coy and likable subjects.



I found the patterns on their abdomens to be intricate...



...and downright lovely:



Those spiders were all orbweavers in the genus Eustala.  Here's one that belongs to the family Dictynidae, the so-called mesh web weavers:


And, perhaps my favorite, a long-jawed orbweaver, genus Tetragnatha:




I'll close this quite-long post with a couple highlights from one of my all-time favorite arachnid photo shoots.  The runway star is a crab spider in the genus Tmarus, which I found hunting cryptically on a twig.  These pictures are from spring rather than winter, but no matter.



Toodle-oo!




Sunday, February 4, 2018

Snag life, part 1





It was clear
that part of my journey was happening there,
then, in that place.

Not far down the trail,
I had paused,
lifting my arms and facing the sun,
which was screaming its brilliance down
onto the naked golden woods and fields.
Screaming, in a quiet and calm sort of way.

I had taken off my eyeglasses.
With my eyeglasses off the world sometimes feels different;
this day especially.

Through these motions perhaps I had invited
the feelings that followed,
which I take to have been granted by the place.
Joy, at the discovery of a giant red oak leaf,
senesced, poised gently on the trail,
flooding my eyes in its color --
the kindest mahogany brown.
Intimidation and fear, as the sun dipped behind thick looming pines
and I strolled into their deep shadow-world.
Utter entrancement, at the sight of the bank of trees
at field's edge, backlit,
sun suffusing through in sort-of sunbeams,
steamy gray, soft, and radiant, the air still
and yet ashimmer with their energy.

On such days, sometimes, when I turn
so that the sun is at my back,
and I look up to see it booming proudly
on tree and sky above,
I am filled with the deep-colored sky,
which then I know arches far back,
to ancestor time;
I am filled with the unspeakable mystery
and energy and love of the world;
There it is, it's all there,
unfairly, intolerably.
All I can do is close my eyes,
sigh,
listen to the stirrings of my heart,
and feel filled
and yet jolted --
jolted,
in a gentle sort of way,
back to the knowledge that this indescribable thing
is here.

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We don't always feel such things when we are out and about; it is special when we do -- special, and fleeting.  I had come to this parcel of the Upper Iowa River Wildlife Management Area hoping to do at least a little bug hunting, relationship hunting, pattern hunting, whatever you call it when you are maintaining watchfulness for patterns and recent happenings in a wild place.  So, the glasses went back on, and the entrancing vista gave way to an ever more ordinary and immediate world of tree trunks, leaf litter, bare twigs and branches, as I left the open field and walked into the adjacent woods.

Immediately my eyes locked on a particular tree.



This snag (a handy word for a dead tree) had clearly undergone some heavy excavation by large woodpeckers.




Judging by the bark, which matched that of neighbor trees that were still alive (and thus more readily identifiable), the snag was a "popple" (Populus sp.) -- apparently quaking aspen, Populus tremuloides.  Examining the bole, I noticed a curl of bark and wood that seemed especially dark underneath.




Well, doesn't look to be much of anything yet, while still in shadow like this.  Thank goodness for flash bulbs on cameras.


A bunch of exoskeletons!

Here, I've pulled up the curl to expose them.


Let's zoom in.



This is the shed skin of a firefly larva!

A larva, you ask?  Well, fireflies (family Lampyridae) are technically beetles...and, like all beetles, they pass through an immature larval stage, then a pupa stage, and then finally adulthood.  (The winged adult is our beloved flying "lightning bug.")  If you have a hard time believing that fireflies are beetles, consider this:  When you watch a firefly taking off, have you ever noticed it almost seems to have two pairs of wings?  First it lifts up one pair of thick, darkened "wings," which it holds upright in a "V."  Next it unfolds a thinner, transparent "second pair" of wings that begin to vibrate and then pull the animal aloft.  As it turns out, the first structure -- those thick, darkened "wings" held in a V -- aren't really wings at all.  They are a sort of storage cover for the real wings, the fragile, transparent membranes underneath that actually do the flying.  All beetles have such protective wing sheaths.  In fact, beetles are named for them: Coleoptera, the taxonomic order to which all beetles belong, comes from the Greek for "sheath" (koleos) and "wings" (ptera).  So if humans are the "two-leggeds," then fireflies and other beetles are the "sheath-wingeds"...the ones with the sheathed wings.

Firefly larvae, by the way, are seriously cool-looking.  They might be the spawn of an Ankylosaurus dinosaur and one of the man-eating sand worms in Tremors...only quite a bit smaller.  Here's one I came across in April 2012, prowling a sap flow on the trunk of a sugar maple:


They have this funky extensible structure on their front end:



Follow this link for another shot of a larva sticking its "neck" out.  Also on Bugguide you can see one of these larvae eating a snail (they're predatory).  And just like adults, they glow.

But getting back to the exoskeletons on the snag...evidently, in this case, a whole cohort of firefly larvae had crawled up the snag, settled under the bark curl, shed their skins to become pupae, and then (after a while) emerged as adults, sometime during a previous growing season.


OK, so a few firefly larvae might end up on a tree trunk here and there, every once in a while...but not on purpose, right?

You might be surprised!  Here's researcher Lynn Faust on a firefly species in eastern Tennessee:

"...[L]ast instar larvae of [the cold-hardy firefly species] Pyractomena borealis become active in February when snow and below-freezing temperatures are common. They gather in the furrows on the warmer, sunlit south sides of still-leafless preferred trees, the majority of which are...hickories ...and tulip poplars...." 1

Yep, you heard right:

"[Day-active] P. borealis larvae climb from cold winter ground up preferred trees seeking sunny, protected pupation sites. Frequent moving is common in Jan-Feb as larvae select ideal arboreal sites." 2

So Lynn watched as these firefly larvae climbed tree trunks during the winter, snuggled into the warmest, coziest nooks and crannies in the bark, and then pupated there!  Which is surprising enough...but wait till you hear what she witnessed several weeks later, when the adults started to emerge (eclose) from their pupae:

Males began to eclose late in March, 9 ± 7 days...earlier than the females... There was no flashing from these first-eclosing, day-active searching males for over a week. These males, [day-active] at this stage, methodically searched the trunks for larval or pupal females by day and rested motionless in furrows at night... Every pupa, furrow or scale 3 m up the trunk was investigated. Upon locating a female, the male clasped her with his legs, pressed his pronotum to hers and became motionless. Pupae, when approached by a potential guard male, arched back and forward rapidly (12 times in 2 min in one instance) before being clasped and subdued by the male. A few male pupae (2 in 2011) were guarded, but only briefly.... All pupae guarded for over a day eclosed as females (2008-11). Competing males piled on top, grappled with, and often displaced the guard male, which would then be forced to search for another female pupa.  Males also used their pronotum to pry under or push away other males. This competition intensified as females approached eclosion, with frequent power reversals occurring among the increasing numbers of males. Female pupae 24 h from eclosing had 3-7 males competing for them... 3

Well, I suppose you can guess what the males are hoping to do once the females emerge...
and here's Lynn, confirming your suspicions:

Typically, a newly-eclosed (still white and soft) female...would be mobbed by her guard and competing males. She would rapidly leave her pupation site, seeking cover under a bark scale or crevice, with 1-3 males riding her back. Copulation commenced before her elytra had hardened and darkened and no flash dialogue was involved... 4

Evidently this doesn't harm the female.  Indeed, it wouldn't make sense if it did: presumably, females must remain healthy and vigorous after mating in order to successfully find an egg-laying site and deposit their eggs.  That the females emerge unscathed from these mating brawls is also suggested by both sexes' promiscuity:

Once copulation began, competing males left. If a new male arrived, brief skirmishes occurred as he tried to take the female, but did not succeed. Both males and females re-mated readily.... After copulating, the males glowed continuously. 5

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Of course, all of this is not to say that it's already time to watch for the "magic lights" flashing in shadowy corners of your yard.  Those exoskeletons I found are old: the adults emerged in a previous growing season...last year, or perhaps the year before.  And we have no way of knowing if their particular tree trunk drama happened in February, April, June, or even later.   Different firefly species are active at different times of year, and there's no guarantee these belong to the same species as the ones Lynn observed.  Really, we can't say anything other than that a bunch of firefly larvae once pupated on the snag and emerged as adults.  All we have is a few wispy leftovers to hint at what might have unfolded beneath that sheltered curl of bark in a season long since past.

It's also worth mentioning that not all firefly species climb tree trunks to pupate.  In her new book Fireflies, Glow-worms, and Lightning Bugs, Lynn details some other common firefly pupation habits:

The last instar larvae seek out the perfect place to pupate according to their species needs.  For the Photinus, pink and intermittently glowing as a pupa, it is a chamber several inches underground or underneath a spongy mass of moss.  For the Photuris, glowing and cream colored, it can be an igloo-shaped cell of dirt on the soil's surface or under a log or board, often in the company of three to five other pupating Photuris. (...) It is still unclear if, in addition to the Ellychnia, other species might possibly overwinter not as larvae but as pupae or even as newly emerged yet dormant adults. 6

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You might recall that its cache of firefly exoskeletons wasn't the first thing I noticed about the dead tree I came upon in the woods.  In Snag life, part 2, we'll focus on the snag's woodpecker damage -- digging in (quite literally) to the question of what those hungry birds were after.

Coming soon: Part 2

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NOTES:
1.  Page 48 in Faust, L. 2012. Fireflies in the snow: observations on two early-season arboreal fireflies Ellychnia corrusca and Pyractomena borealis.  Lampyrid 2012 (2): 48-71.
2. Ibid., p. 48.  Emphasis added.
3. Ibid., p. 60.  Emphasis added.
4. Ibid., p. 62
5. Ibid., p. 63.  Emphasis added.  The fireflies referred to in this quote were collected as pupae, enclosed in containers within their habitat, and monitored as they emerged.
6. Page 47 in Faust, L. 2017. Fireflies, glow-worms, and lightning bugs: identification and natural history of the fireflies of the eastern and central United States and Canada.  University of Georgia Press: Athens.