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Scheme "Anthill in section"

Anthill diagram:

1. Covering of needles and twigs. Protects the home from the vicissitudes of the weather, repaired and updated by working ants.
2. “Solarium” - a chamber heated by the rays of the sun. In the spring, the inhabitants come here to warm themselves.
3. One of the entrances. Guarded by soldiers. Serves as a ventilation duct.
4. "Cemetery". Worker ants carry dead ants and garbage here.
5. Wintering chamber. Insects gather here to survive the cold in a state of semi-hibernation.
6. “Bread barn.” This is where ants store grains.
7. The royal chamber, where the queen lives, laying up to one and a half thousand eggs per day. She is looked after by worker ants.
8. Chambers with eggs, larvae and pupae.
9. “Cowshed” where ants keep aphids.
10. “Meat pantry”, where foragers bring caterpillars and other prey.

Sign about ants:

Ants are hiding in nests - to a thunderstorm.

Riddles about ants:

The carpenters walked without axes,
They cut down the hut without corners.
(Ants)

Who are they? Where? Whose?
Black streams flow:
Small dots together
They are building a house on a hillock.
(Ants)

I work in an artel
At the roots of a shaggy spruce.
I drag a log over the hills -
It's bigger than a carpenter.
(Ants)

In the forest by a stump
Vanity, running around:
Working people
He's busy all day,
He's building his own city.
(Ants and anthill)

Look at the good guys:
Cheerful and lively.
Dragging from all over
Material for construction.
One suddenly stumbled
Under a heavy burden -
And a friend rushes to help.
The people here are good.
Without a job, for the life of me
Can't live...
(Ant)

Behind the stump is a hillock, and in it is a town.
(Anthill)

In a clearing near the fir trees
The house is built of needles
He is not visible behind the grass,
And there are a million residents there.
(Anthill)

Proverbs and sayings about ants

For ants, dew is rain.

The most evil snake can be overcome by a bunch of ants.

You can't sit on an anthill for long.

The best gift for an ant is a grasshopper leg.

The ant drags my burden uncomfortably,
no one will say thank you
and the bee wears a spark,
Yes, he pleases people.

They stumble not over a mountain, but over an anthill.

The ant in heraldry is a symbol of hard work and humility.

"Ant's Tower"

Sweet smell of pine resin
Heated dark stumps.
From dried pine needles
Forest ants are building a tower.
Efficiently, with working skill
They put up beams and lay down logs.
The matter is proceeding briskly and deftly,
The house will be warm and cozy!
There will be small children in the mansion
Sleep peacefully to the tunes of the rains.
That's why he gets up at dawn
A hard-working forest ant.
(T. A. Shorygina)

"Anthill Stump"

There are old stumps in the forest, all covered like Swiss cheese with holes and retaining their strong shape... If. However, if you have to sit on such a stump, then the partitions between the holes are obviously destroyed, and you feel that you have sunk a little, then get up immediately: from each hole of this stump, many ants crawl out under you, and the spongy stump will turn out to be a solid anthill, retaining the appearance of a stump .
(M. Prishvin)

"Zhaleikin and the Ants"

I saw Zhaleikin’s poster “Ants are friends of the forest.” I read it and gasped: how did he not know this before! Unknowingly with my own hands More than once he destroyed anthills and, out of kindness, fed fish with ant eggs.
And how many times have I seen green woodpeckers digging up anthills? He saw and did not interfere - he felt sorry for the woodpeckers.
Once I found a large brood of grouse on an anthill. Goshawks were accepted on the anthill sunbathing and pecked the ants. And he didn’t even drive them away!
“And how winds and heavy rains must harm open anthills! But now this won't happen anymore! I will protect the beneficial ants. Get to work!”
Zhaleikin filled all the anthills at the edge with green grass. They began to look like haystacks. Zhaleikin reliably covered the anthills in the forest with spruce branches. Like huts have become. Woodpeckers and black grouse will no longer reach them, fishermen will not find them, and winds and rainfall will not harm them. Rejoice, ants!
But the ants are not happy about something. Under the spruce branches and grass, dampness and mold appeared on the anthills. The ants began to get sick, their pupae did not warm up in the sun.
- What have you done, Zhaleikin? - the forester caught him by the ear. -Have you not read my posters? Rains and winds are no hindrance to ants: the dome of the anthill - reliable roof. Birds and animals are not so bad for them. But your haystacks and huts are an irreparable disaster. And if you want good for them, don’t interfere with them living their own way. They are friends of the forest!
(N.I. Sladkov)

"About me and the ant"

An ant once carried
Two blades of grass for the doors,
Suddenly a cat comes towards him
He came out of the gate menacingly.

Don't hurt the ant
It's easy to offend him:
He is very ma..., he is very ma...
He is short.

I shouted to the cat: Shoot!
WOOF WOOF WOOF! Watch out!
And a robber's mustache
They immediately hid in the bushes.

IN ant house Now
The door is always open to me.
It's just a pity that for me
The door is small for the ant.

(Stepanov Vladimir Alexandrovich)

"About Ants"

One day I came to the pantry to get some jam. I took the jar and saw that the whole jar was full of ants. Ants crawled in the middle and on top of the jar, and in the jam itself. I took out all the ants with a spoon, swept them all around from the jar and put the jar on the top shelf. The next day, when I came to the pantry, I saw that ants had crawled from the floor to the top shelf and crawled into the jam again. I took the jar, cleaned it again, tied it with a rope and hung it on a nail to the ceiling.

When I left the pantry, I looked at the jar again and saw that there was only one ant left on it; it was soon running around the jar. I stopped to see what he would do. The ant ran along the glass, then ran along the rope with which the can was tied, then ran onto the rope with which the can was tied. He ran up to the ceiling, ran from the ceiling down the wall and onto the floor, where there were a lot of ants.

It’s true that this ant told the others which way he came from the jar, because immediately many ants followed each other along the wall to the ceiling and along the rope into the jar, along the same road along which the ant came. I removed the jar and put it in another place.
(Lev Tolstoy)

“Like an ant hurried home”

An ant climbed onto a birch tree. He climbed to the top, looked down, and there, on the ground, his native anthill was barely visible.
The ant sat down on a leaf and thought: “I’ll rest a little and then go down.”
The ants are strict: only when the sun sets, everyone runs home. The sun will set, and the ants will close all the passages and exits - and go to sleep. And whoever is late can at least spend the night on the street.
The sun was already descending towards the forest.
An ant sits on a leaf and thinks: “It’s okay, I’ll hurry up: it’s time to go down.”
But the leaf was bad: yellow, dry. The wind blew and tore it off the branch.
The leaf rushes through the forest, across the river, through the village.
An ant flies on a leaf, sways - almost alive from fear. The wind carried the leaf to a meadow outside the village and dropped it there. The leaf fell on a stone, and the ant knocked off his legs.
He lies and thinks: “My little head is gone. I can't get home now. The area is flat all around. If I were healthy, I would run straight away, but here’s the problem: my legs hurt. It’s a shame, even if you bite the ground.” The Ant looks: the Land Surveyor Caterpillar lies nearby. A worm is a worm, only there are legs in front and legs in the back.
The ant says to the Land Surveyor:
- Surveyor, Surveyor, carry me home. My legs hurt.
- Aren’t you going to bite?
- I won't bite.
- Well, sit down, I’ll give you a ride.
The ant climbed onto the Land Surveyor's back. He bent in an arc, put his hind legs to his front, and his tail to his head. Then he suddenly stood up to his full height and lay down on the ground with a stick. He measured out on the ground how tall he was, and again hunched himself into an arch. So he went, and so he went to measure the land.
The ant flies to the ground, then to the sky, then upside down, then up.
- I can’t do it anymore! - shouts. - Stop! Otherwise I'll bite you!
The Surveyor stopped and stretched out along the ground. The ant got down and could barely catch his breath.
He looked around and saw: a meadow ahead, mown grass lying in the meadow. And the Haymaker Spider walks across the meadow: his legs are like stilts, his head swings between his legs.
- Spider, and Spider, take me home! My legs hurt.
- Well, sit down, I’ll give you a ride.
The Ant had to climb up the spider's leg to the knee, and from the knee down to the Spider's back: the Haymaker's knees stick out higher than his back.
The Spider began to rearrange his stilts - one leg here, the other there; all eight legs, like knitting needles, flashed in Ant’s eyes. But the Spider does not walk quickly, his belly scratches along the ground. Ant is tired of this kind of riding. He almost bit the Spider. Yes, here, fortunately, they came out on a smooth path.
The Spider stopped.
“Get down,” he says. - There’s the Ground Beetle running, it’s faster than me.
Ant's tears.
- Zhuzhelka, Zhuzhelka, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit down, I'll give you a ride.
As soon as the Ant managed to climb onto the Ground Beetle's back, she started running! Her legs are straight, like a horse's.
The six-legged horse runs, runs, does not shake, as if flying through the air.
We quickly reached a potato field.
“Now get down,” says the Ground Beetle. - It’s not with my feet to jump on potato beds. Take another horse.
I had to get down.
Potato tops for Ant are a dense forest. Here, even with healthy legs, you can run all day. And the sun is already low.
Suddenly Ant hears someone squeaking:
- Come on, Ant, climb on my back and let’s jump.
The Ant turned around - the Flea Bug was standing next to him, just visible from the ground.
- Yes, you are small! You can't lift me up.
- And you’re big! Climb, I say.
Somehow the Ant fit on the Flea's back. I just installed the legs.
- Did you get in?
- Well, I got in.
- And you got in, so hold on.
The flea picked up its thick hind legs - and they were like springs, foldable - and click! - straightened them. Look, he's already sitting in the garden. Click! - another. Click! - on third. So the whole garden snapped away right up to the fence.
The ant asks:
-Can you go through the fence?
- I can’t cross the fence: it’s very tall. You ask the Grasshopper: he can.
- Grasshopper, Grasshopper, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Sit on the scruff of the neck.
The Ant sat on the Grasshopper's neck.
The grasshopper folded its long hind legs in half, then straightened them all at once and jumped high into the air, like a flea. But then, with a crash, the wings unfolded behind his back, carried the Grasshopper over the fence and quietly lowered him to the ground.
- Stop! - said the Grasshopper. - We've arrived.
The ant looks ahead, and there is a wide river: if you swim along it for a year, you won’t be able to cross it.
And the sun is even lower.
Grasshopper says:
“I can’t even jump across the river: it’s too wide.” Wait a minute, I’ll call Water Strider: there will be a carrier for you.
It crackled in its own way, and lo and behold, a boat on legs was running through the water.
She ran up. No, not a boat, but a Water Strider-Bug.
- Water meter, Water meter, carry me home! My legs hurt.
- Okay, sit down, I’ll move you.
Ant sat down. The water meter jumped and walked on the water as if it were dry land.
And the sun is very low.
- Darling, quick! - asks Ant. - They won’t let me go home.
“It could be better,” says Water Meter.
Yes, how he will let it go! He pushes off, pushes off with his legs and rolls and glides through the water as if on ice. I quickly found myself on the other side.
-Can’t you do it on the ground? - asks Ant.
- It’s hard for me on the ground, my legs don’t slide. And look: there’s a forest ahead. Look for another horse.
Ant looked ahead and saw: there was a tall forest above the river, up to the sky. And the sun had already disappeared behind him. No, Ant won't get home!
“Look,” says the Water Meter, “there the horse is crawling for you.”
The Ant sees: the May Khrushchev is crawling past - a heavy beetle, a clumsy beetle. Can you ride far on such a horse?
Still, I listened to the Water Meter.
- Khrushchev, Khrushchev, take me home! My legs hurt.
- And where did you live?
- In an anthill behind the forest.
- Far away... well, what should I do with you? Sit down, I'll take you there.
Ant climbed up the bug's hard side.
- I sat down, or what?
- Sat down.
-Where did you sit?
- On the back.
- Eh, stupid! Get on your head.
The Ant climbed onto the Beetle's head. And it’s good that he didn’t stay on his back: the Beetle broke his back in two, raising two rigid wings. The Beetle's wings are like two inverted troughs, and from under them other wings climb and unfold: thin, transparent, wider and longer than the top ones.
The Beetle began to puff and pout: “Ugh! Ugh! Oof!”
It's like the engine is starting.
“Uncle,” asks Ant, “quickly!” Darling, live up!
The Beetle doesn’t answer, he just puffs: “Ugh! Ugh! Oof!”
Suddenly the thin wings fluttered and began to work. “Zhzhzh! Knock-knock-knock!..” - Khrushch rose into the air. Like a cork, the wind threw him upward - above the forest.
The ant from above sees: the sun has already touched the ground with its edge.
The way Khrushch ran off took Ant’s breath away.
“Zhzhzh! Knock-Knock!" - the Beetle rushes, drilling the air like a bullet.
The forest flashed beneath him and disappeared.
And here is the familiar birch tree, and the anthill under it.
Just above the top of the birch the Beetle turned off the engine and - plop! - sat down on a branch.
- Uncle, dear! - Ant begged. - How can I go down? My legs hurt, I’ll break my neck.
The beetle folded its thin wings along its back. Covered the top with hard troughs. The tips of the thin wings were carefully placed under the troughs.
He thought and said:
- I don’t know how you can get downstairs. I won’t fly into an anthill: you ants bite too painfully. Get there yourself as best you can.
Ant looked down, and there, right under the birch tree, was his home.
I looked at the sun: the sun had already sunk waist-deep into the ground.
He looked around him: branches and leaves, leaves and branches.
You can't get Ant home, even if you throw yourself upside down! Suddenly he sees: the Leafroller Caterpillar is sitting on a leaf nearby, pulling a silk thread out of itself, pulling it and winding it on a twig.
- Caterpillar, Caterpillar, take me home! I have one last minute left - they won’t let me go home to spend the night.
- Leave me alone! You see, I’m doing the job: I’m spinning yarn.
- Everyone felt sorry for me, no one drove me away, you are the first!
Ant couldn't resist and rushed at her and bit her!
Out of fright, the Caterpillar tucked its legs and somersaulted off the leaf - and flew down.
And Ant is hanging on it - he grabbed it tightly. They only fell for a short time: something came from above them - jerk!
And they both swayed on a silk thread: the thread was wound on a twig.
The Ant is swinging on the Leaf Roller, like on a swing. And the thread keeps getting longer, longer, longer: it unwinds from Leafroller’s abdomen, stretches, and doesn’t break. The Ant and the Leafworm are falling lower, lower, lower.
And below, in the anthill, the ants are busy, hurrying, closing the entrances and exits.
Everything was closed - one, the last, entrance remained. The Ant and the Caterpillar somersault and go home!
Then the sun went down.


















Interesting fact! To compare with an ant, a person must have the strength to move objects 50 times their mass. To compare with an ant, a person must have the strength to move objects 50 times their mass.















The seeds of some plants - violets, undergrowth and other plants - are carried exclusively by ants. These seeds have special fleshy appendages that the ants readily eat, and the seeds themselves are thrown away. These seeds have special fleshy appendages that the ants readily eat, and the seeds themselves are thrown away.








Usually ants build their houses - anthills - under large stones or plants, on the south side. in every anthill there are many separate rooms. Some store food supplies, others store garbage, others are “children’s” rooms containing eggs, larvae and pupae. Usually ants build their houses - anthills - under large stones or plants, on the south side. Each anthill has many separate rooms. Some store food supplies, others store garbage, others are “children’s” rooms containing eggs, larvae and pupae.




Long before the rain, they hide in the anthill and seal the entrances to it. Once upon a time, workers at a small weather station in the foothills of Tibet noticed poisonous ants. If ants move to a dry place with hard ground, then expect heavy rains. If dark, damp depressions are filled with ants, then there will be a drought. Once upon a time, workers at a small weather station in the foothills of Tibet noticed poisonous ants. If ants move to a dry place with hard soil, then expect heavy rains. If dark, damp depressions are filled with ants, then there will be a drought.












Worker ants (nannies) take care of the offspring, because males do not appear in the nest. They feed the eggs, lick them and pass them with saliva nutrients, and when the larvae emerge from the eggs, the “nannies” will take care of them too. Worker ants never have wings.




Riddles about the ant will reinforce the knowledge that the child already has about these insects. No more clear example proper organization and love of work for a child than ants. We have collected the best ant riddles with answers online.

In a clearing near the fir trees
The house is built from needles.
He is not visible behind the grass,
And there are a million residents there.

I work in an artel
At the roots of a shaggy spruce.
I'm dragging a log over the hills -
It's bigger than a carpenter.

Red Brook
It pours under the stump.

Who are they? Where! Whose?
Black streams flow:
Small dots together
They are building a house on a hillock.

He's dragging a straw
TO small house.
He is stronger than all the insects
Our hard worker...

Let's run along the path
Someone's little feet!
And on the legs, look -
The load is three times more!
And I hardly see
Under the luggage...

Under the pine tree there is a mountain.
In grief there are masters.
From blades of grass and needles
A city was built under a pine tree.

Anthill

Men without axes
They cut down a hut without corners.

They look, of course, rather small,
But everything that is possible is dragged into the house.
Restless guys
Their whole life is connected with work.

An unbearable load
He carried it without any courage.
He is a hard worker, like few
And a horde of relatives:
He is stronger than everyone in the world -
Red baby...

Little gnomes are building
New house made of straw
And aspen bark -
They don't need axes.
It already looks like a hill
Their house is amazing.

In the forest near the stump there is bustle and running:
The working people are busy all day long.

Who works in the morning:
Builds a house, carries firewood,
Carrying a whole cart of food,
He eats little, doesn't drink water,
He has a lot of friends.
That employee...

Riddles about an ant for children

Riddles about an ant develop in a child logical thinking, expand the horizons of knowledge of this insect, train the imagination, develop observation and ingenuity.

This online section contains the best and most interesting riddles for children about an ant. These not very difficult rhymes-riddles will be suitable for kids.

It will be useful if you simultaneously introduce your child to interesting scientific facts about these insects:

  • Ants are the largest population of insects. To give you an idea of ​​how much, let us note that for every person living on Earth today, there are about 1 million of these creatures.
  • Ants never sleep.
  • Stray ants (soldiers) are the largest representatives of the family. Their length can reach 3-5 cm. At the same time, soldier ants, due to the presence of powerful jaws, are also considered one of the most dangerous, after the bullet ant, of course. The pain from its bite does not subside throughout the day and is much more unpleasant and noticeable than the bites of any wasps. And if a bullet leaves not 1, but 30 bites on a person (per 1 kg of a person’s weight), then for the latter this is completely fraught with death.
  • Ants are a well-known delicacy: in Asia they are used as a seasoning, and in the southern United States and Mexico they are consumed whole. The larvae of these insects are also a very common delicacy for many peoples.
  • The average lifespan of the queen, the founder of the colony, is 5-6 years, but some individuals can live up to 20 years - a record for all insects.
  • Formic acid is extremely beneficial for humans. It has an anti-inflammatory, analgesic, penetrating tonic and warming effect, with correct use can relieve osteochondrosis, arthritis, rheumatism, arthrosis, varicose veins, gout and other ailments.
  • The life, work and everyday life of ants are subject to a strict hierarchy: the queen (always a female) lays eggs; worker ants (also only females), being forced insects, do not produce offspring, at least while the queen is alive, but only supply the anthill with everything necessary; males ensure procreation, and after fulfilling their duty, they die within 1 season.

Riddles about the ant.
In the forest lives a hard worker - a glorious one,
You will recognize him without difficulty.
He builds a house in the forest, with friends,
From leaves, branches, a handful of moss.
Who is this?
Answer: ANT

By the birch tree, in the clearing,
The sun is just rising.
Lots of little workers
They begin to build a house.
Who is this?
Answer: Ants

Hey listen up friends
It is impossible for us not to recognize them.
They run fast and bite
We meet often.
Who is this?
Answer: Ants

Red and black
These "guys" are smart.
Oh, it’s heavy, they carry a load.
They live in an anthill.
Who is this?
Answer: Ants

In spring and summer, they have a lot of work.
And in autumn and winter, they sleep as a family.
Who is this?
(Ants)

This little boy
In short pants
He runs along the path
He is in a hurry to go home, to his house.
Who is this?
Answer: Ants.

In a sunny meadow,
In a house made of pine needles and moss
In a friendly and big family
Workers live...
Answer: Ants.

One two three four five
We can't count them all.
They are fast and agile
Hardworking and friendly.
Who are they, tell me, are you?
(Ants)

There are many of them living in the forest,
Who are these working people?
Answer: Ants

They work, they try,
They are building a house
And they won’t wash themselves?
Answer: Ants

Who has a house under the tree?
It's always dry and quiet.
Residents from morning until evening
It's fun to work around him.
Who is this?
Answer: Ants

They pull a stick and a branch,
A twig and a straw.
The house will grow big.
Who will have to live in it?
(Ants)

From the dewdrop, by the path
They drink forest nectar.
Afterwards they work -
Without getting tired.
They're building again new house.
Who is this?
Answer: Ants

Other riddles:

Picture Ant

Some interesting children's riddles