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crickets and others
Jun. 21st, 2020 11:44 pmLast year around this time I was terribly unhappy to not hear any field crickets. I remember walking around the block and hearing only one, chirping away in a lonesome solo.
One friend on LJ suggested that maybe they come out later--and indeed, later last year I did hear a fuller chorus of them, and I told myself that maybe I'd only imagined hearing them all summer long all my life--but no; I was right to remember hearing them, because this year I hear them in full strength--now, in June. It makes me so happy. They must have had a bad year last year. But they came back! They came back.
And fireflies. So many fireflies this year, when last year--well last year I didn't have much chance to go out looking for them. But this year: many.
Also many? Tiny toads at the Mt. Greylock Reservation. Mt. Greylock is the highest mountain in Massachusetts, which isn't saying much, honestly, but still. It's as high as we get around here. Wakanomori usually does a trail race at the mountain for father's day, but Covid-19 won't permit such things, so he did a solo run up the mountain via the road. For my part, I hiked part of a trail, and every time I put a foot down, little tiny toads, the size of the pad of my thumb, hopped away. There was also an abundance of chipmunks. Some dashed away with tiny chipmunk squeeks when I came along, others just kept up with their daily tasks, unbothered.
One friend on LJ suggested that maybe they come out later--and indeed, later last year I did hear a fuller chorus of them, and I told myself that maybe I'd only imagined hearing them all summer long all my life--but no; I was right to remember hearing them, because this year I hear them in full strength--now, in June. It makes me so happy. They must have had a bad year last year. But they came back! They came back.
And fireflies. So many fireflies this year, when last year--well last year I didn't have much chance to go out looking for them. But this year: many.
Also many? Tiny toads at the Mt. Greylock Reservation. Mt. Greylock is the highest mountain in Massachusetts, which isn't saying much, honestly, but still. It's as high as we get around here. Wakanomori usually does a trail race at the mountain for father's day, but Covid-19 won't permit such things, so he did a solo run up the mountain via the road. For my part, I hiked part of a trail, and every time I put a foot down, little tiny toads, the size of the pad of my thumb, hopped away. There was also an abundance of chipmunks. Some dashed away with tiny chipmunk squeeks when I came along, others just kept up with their daily tasks, unbothered.
