“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.
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