Hi Marg & All,
   At about this time of year ants take flight (one small flight in
North Alton Aug 8). A good ant flight from 30 " away can resemble smoke
from a fire.The first time I saw an ant plume in woods I ran over to put
the 'fire' out.
   It is possible perhaps that a strong flight of ants from a hill
could lead to localized burial of organic litter under soil loosened by
ant departure activity such that some of this became anaerobic and
produced methane.
   In dead calm air methane can spontaneously ignite as it leaves an
anaerobic environment and encounters oxygen, seen typically as brief
usually flickering glows in bogs.
   Alternatively, ant wings are shiny and held horizontally. Perhaps
some ants, primed for flight, remained behind when it became too cold
for flight. Any trace of light, stars, clouds, sky light... might
reflect from a gathering of ants.
YT, DW, Kentville
On 8/12/2020 10:40 AM, Marg Millard wrote:
Last evening around 11 pm, my indoor Cat , Buster, who
patrols his
indoor property constantly became very excited and called for back up
by knocking once a chair and shoving things off the desk downstairs
as he tried to get closer to what I describe as a "Glow." It was about
4' from the window, tucked into the grass (well weeds here) and not
very large. maybe 2-3" irregularly. I looked about to see what it
could be. It did not appear to be a bit of light coming from next
door. I could find no explanation for it with light from my windows.
It was very still but radiated out with a softer and softer light
toward the outer edge.
I did not go out to check. I went to get the camera but it was gone
when I returned.
This am I went to check. I think I found the approximate area. It is a
bit of almost bald dirt with a Queen Anne's Lace stem coming, a hole
and a spider web with a tunnel. I know we have Fireflies but this
would have had to be a huge one.
Before you ask I was and am not taking anything that could bend my
mind in any way. So that in mind, any idea what was happening there?
It does happen to be in an area with a lot of Ant traffic. We live in
an ant hill.
"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tunes without the words
And never stops–at all." (Emily Dickinson)
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