I am not sure why, but this year, in addition to noticing the lovely fall colors, I am hearing the changing of the seasons as well in a way that I have never noticed quite so much before.
I always associate summer with the dog day cicadas and the songs of the katydids. But I have never quite noticed how vocal the crickets become in the fall. In late afternoon and early evening, their song is so vocal that it rivals the early spring peepers. It’s really something!
And there is the change in the birdsong as well. Spring of course brings the cacophony of bird song as every bird tries to outdo all the others for mates and territory.
In fall, it’s a different thing. For one thing, there are fewer birds and different birds. I no longer hear the robins and wrens calling and singing–but the blue jays are outdoing them with their strident calls.
The chickadees–one of the first birds to start singing in the spring–are singing again now, but it’s different now. I can’t tell you how. Perhaps it just sounds different because it’s now blended with the nuthatches and the titmice.
And while the red-bellied woodpecker is still scolding me every time I walk too close with the dog, now I see the downy and hairy woodpeckers back from their summer sojourn up north (or up higher in the leafy canopy out of my eyesight!)
And finally, there’s the sharp “crack” when the acorns clatter off the oak trees hit the hard driveway, roof or something else solid.
There is a beauty to every season–we just need to slow down a bit to appreciate it!
So true about the crickets! Happy fall!
Thanks–same to you!
Fall = crickets that inevitably invade the (pick one or more) garage/basement/house starting in late September every year *sigh* Even the pest control people admit that there’s basically no way to truly keep them out, because just one female can lay up to 3000 eggs in her roughly two-month lifespan. That’s a lot of baby crickets!
I don’t have trouble with crickets in the house–with the exception of an occasional stray on that I may bring in on a house plant now and again.
If only that were true of the other “invasives” that like to find their way in for the winter. Luckily so far the worst one for me is the Western conifer bug–slow and dumb so I can just catch them and relocate them back outside for the birds to have “fresh meat,” as I always call to them. I hope I am not just perpetuating the problem, though. For all I know, it’s the same darn bug I am just trapping and releasing constantly!