Dew point (noun): the atmospheric temperature (varying according to pressure and humidity) below which water droplets begin to condense and dew can form.
In this post I take a break from the science. There's no research. No tricky species identification. No extended observations. No delving into the ecological literature. It's simply a glimpse into the insect world on an unseasonably chilly morning.
This morning we awoke to 7 degrees C, no breeze, and the grasses heavy with dew. So I decided to explore a little, keen to see how the Summer insects were coping.
Several tiny blue butterflies, motionless atop the shaded sedges.
They await the warming sun clearing the tree tops.
Larger species are just as still.
Strange to see the Sword-grass Brown perched and unmoving.
Shafts of sunlight sneak through to the forest floor.
The waiting butterflies soak it up however they may.
Some spread wings wide. Some warm faces first.
The Sword-grass Brown has already taken flight.
The sun has yet to reach it, but one Grass Blue starts to move.
Just its tongue.
Drying itself, taking a drink, or both.
The predators too are slow to get going.
They bask in the sun's early rays.
One robber fly grabs an early snack.
The temperature starts to rise. The small birds begin feeding in earnest.
Flocks of wrens flush insects from the grasses.
The butterflies take flight.
Tiny grass moths hide to survive.
From August into early September: the forest comes to life with a burst of flowering, the emergence of insects and reptiles, and the breeding frenzy of birds.
The seasonal transformation begins in August, and with each passing week we welcome arrivals. Here is a compilation of my favourite sightings from the past two months.
A look at some of the activity in the forest and its adjacent river in the cooler months of the year.
As autumn draws to a close, we look at the changes this season has brought to a wide range of organisms in the forest - the completion of some life cycles, the beginning of others.
December through February: the hunters, the flies, familiar faces and several exciting firsts for our home list
In just two short weeks life in the forest has transformed. Flowers are blooming everywhere, insects are reappearing en masse.
A photographic tour through October and the first days of November, with our predictable bias toward the invertebrates.
A photo essay showcasing the beginning of Spring, in all its glorious colour.