I guess there has to be somewhere that they are not eradicated. Walking though the field at the farm was like I was a target and the artillery was flying. The grasshoppers, crickets, katydids and praying mantis were hopping, flying and springing all about, bouncing off me like bullets ricocheting against hard stone.
Sounds like a bad nightmare huh? But really, it was kind of fun. Sure I fished out a bee stuck in my hair thinking it was a grasshopper, only to have a handful of bee, but I was not stung, just startled, both me and the bee.
The hoppers are happy and content. They are much easier to photograph than the ones in my garden. Very similar to the dragonflies, where it is not a footrace to get one in view. They kinda come to you and sit just a little longer.
If you are squeamish, don’t watch this video. The grasshopper is still fighting to get away with more than half of him devoured. It makes you really glad you are not a grasshopper. This guy is literally off to Hopper Heaven.
I hope you enjoyed a relaxing day on the farm. The hoppers certainly did. Please stop in on Green Apples for some high flying and a 7 foot high memorial to 911 made in Western New York.