The cicada songs seem louder this summer than ever before! My family visiting from out-of-town had to wear ear plugs to sleep. My little dog, Duchess, hunts voraciously for the dead cicadas that have fallen in the grass and devours them with a grin. But . . . this beautiful, ethereal cicada caught my eye one morning in our front yard...just as he was emerging from his ugly, brown, crunchy shell. Now their songs seem to have a new, more pleasant sound after my sighting.
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