A Day in the Life of a Stag Beetle In a quiet corner of a British woodland, beneath a tangle of brambles and nettles, a male Stag beetle begins to stir. It is early summer and the air is warm enough to wake him from his daytime stillness. For most of the year he has been hidden from sight, but now, as an adult, his days above ground are few and precious. Morning: Stillness in the Undergrowth The morning light filters through oak and ash leaves, dappling the rotting log where he rests. Unlike birds or mammals, he does not rush to greet the dawn. Stag beetles are creatures of warmth; the sun must do its work before he can properly move. He clings to bark with hooked feet, conserving energy. His impressive antler-like jaws—mandibles that give him his name—are not for feeding on flesh, despite their fierce appearance. They are for rivals. As an adult, he feeds sparingly, lapping tree sap or the juice of overripe fruit if he finds it. Much of his energy was stored during his lon...
An Intimate Guide to British Wildlife