Do A Little Dance

Poppy came to stand at the barn gate while I was preparing the nighttime feed dishes, hoping to mooch a few mouthfuls.  She knows I'm a soft touch where she's concerned.  She's such an Eeyore kind of girl, plodding stolidly through life.  Therefore it was a little alarming when, after getting one handful of grain, she started doing a little rumba or cha-cha with her hind legs and then ran off...a little like seeing Lady Liberty lift her skirts in a Can-Can.  Finishing the barn chores, I noted Poppy was once again her placid self.  What was that all about?!  Later in the day, while doing more weeding, I saw that the fire ants are coming to the surface, and that answered the question.  Once a year these red devils open their nests and boil out over the ground.  Their bite burns and stings and they hang on with a phenomenal grip.  One poor dog of mine came crying with an ant clamped to her nose, so I can easily understand why Poppy, who must have been standing over a nest, danced and ran.