“Cicadas, buckling and unbuckling their stomach muscles, yield the sound of someone sharpening scissors. Fall field crickets, the thermometer hounds, add high-pitched tinkling chirps to the jazz, and their call quickens with warm weather, slows again with cool. Carolina crickets (which roost far beyond the Carolinas) furnish a buzzing trill. Grasshoppers sound as if they're shuffling decks of cards. Snowy tree crickets lend a chirping melody to the ensemble. It's the ultimate jug band using body parts as instruments.”-- Diane Ackerman, “OPINION: A Little Night Music,” The New York Times, September 23, 2012
I took the photo accompanying this post earlier this week in Sea Pines Nature Preserve in Hilton Head, S.C.