The diversity of active insects at Blue Jay Barrens
continues to decline as we proceed into autumn.
Fortunately, one of my favorite insect groups is still well represented
by active adult individuals. I’m
referring to representatives of the order Orthoptera, which I generally think
of as Hoppers, because of their specially adapted hind legs capable of sending
the creatures bouncing across the landscape.
The most conspicuous of this order are the grasshoppers, such as this
Two-Striped Grasshopper, so named for the twin lines that run backwards from
the eyes and onto the wings where they merge to form a “V”.
The Two-Striped Grasshopper is part of a group known as spurthroated grasshoppers, so named because of the protruding spike found between
the front legs. The wounds on the
underside of the thorax, along with the cream colored object that appears to be
an egg, suggest that this individual is infested with parasites.
In large numbers, this species is sometimes an agricultural
pest. At Blue Jay Barrens the population
seems to remain in check, making this just one of many species feeding on the
diversity of prairie vegetation.
Many grasshoppers employ camouflage to help avoid
predation. This Kiowa Rangeland
Grasshopper illustrates how easily it can avoid detection.
Removed from its rocky background, the grasshopper displays
a bright and colorful pattern.
This is a quite variable species. A diagnostic characteristic is a double hump
located atop a structure known as the pronotum, which sits like a collar
directly behind the head.
The grasshopper quickly blends into its surroundings once
placed back on the ground.
Displaying the art of camouflage as a leaf mimic does this
Lesser Anglewing little good when it sits on the tree trunk. Anglewings are distinguished from other
similar looking insects by the bend in the upper margins of the wing along the
insect’s back.
The Lesser Anglewing can be separated from its close
relative the Greater Anglewing by the presence of a dark patch on its back directly
behind the pronotum.
Well concealed among the Indian Grass is a Fork-Tailed Bush
Katydid. I believe I interrupted some
courtship activity in my discovery of this female. I had actually been following the sound of a
singing male of the species. The
vegetation was quite thick and as I pushed aside some grass stalks in an effort
to catch a glimpse of the singer, I scared him from his perch. The female, who was positioned about six
inches further up the grass blade than the male, remained long enough for me to
get a couple of shots before she too left the scene.
As a youngster, I always believed that the pale looking
Broad Winged Tree Cricket was suffering some illness. I never took any home to raise in captivity,
because I believed that whatever ailment they suffered, might be transferred to
the healthy insects in my collection. It
was years later that I found out that this was the normal appearance of this
species.
The red coloration on the head and antenna bases is
distinctive. The transparent forewings
contain an intricate veined pattern that reminds me of fine crystal.
I’m a fan of insects that are so distinctively patterned
that identification is unmistakable. Unfortunately, this specimen doesn’t fall
into that category. It is one of those
that is part of a group of closely related species that share common physical
traits. This is most likely a
Black-Horned Tree Cricket, but I am unable to make that identification with 100
percent assurance.
This handsome young lady is a Straight-Lanced Meadow
Katydid. The long sword-like appendage
trailing from the end of the abdomen is the egg laying apparatus, the
ovipositor.
I’ve been seeing a lot of these Woodland Meadow Katydids
this year. In general they all seem
little disturbed by my intrusion.
After only one photograph, this inquisitive lady went from
corn stalk, to camera, to my hand, where it didn’t want to leave.
It migrated to my thumb where it began nibbling away at the
skin. I wasn’t sure if it was after salt
or dead skin cells or the residue of ornamental corn sap that gave my thumb
that purple blush.
When it moved around to my knuckle, which had not been corn
contaminated, I decided that it was most likely grazing on dead skin
cells. I had to remove it from my thumb,
however, because I didn’t have time for the full manicure.
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