(A cicada gives me the evil eye)
The seventeen-year cicada emergence is beginning to taper off around here. Either that, or our many birds have discovered just how tasty cicadas are. In the morning, I see fewer and fewer cicadas, but the eerie serenade they sing to find a mate has grown in volume. They alternate singing with flying clumsily about, until they finally bump into a girl cicada, and without further ado, they mate. Soon after mating, they die. But at least a few cicadas in my yard were immortalized forever in the many photographs I took.
(Bug on bug-eaten leaf)
(Cicada hangs on a blade of grass)
(Cicada on rose bush leaf)
(Cicada in the daisy field)
(Mockingbird with possible cicada takeout for dinner. [I'll have that bug to go, please.] Sorry about the fuzziness…I couldn’t get close enough)
Perhaps you are glad to know that this is the last cicada post, at least for another seventeen years. Hope it hasn’t “bugged” my readers too much. I mean, I sure wouldn’t want to make a “pest” of myself. :-)