Saturday, 25 February 2012
I went downstairs to check my letter box. Hurray! The March copy of Yarn was there and I like the look of it too. When I turned to open the security door, this cicada was on the join of the two parts of door. The black upright line is the felt between the doors.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, I would have easily identified this variety. 'm out of practice now. It's obviously not a green grocer or a yellow monday and it doesn't look aristocratic enough to be a Black Prince. It's about 7 cm long.
All I had was my iPhone in my pocket so I took one photo and it flew away before I could get another.
As a child I attended school in what was then the outskirts of Sydney. Not many houses, patches of bush, Chinese market gardens etc. In summer at lunchtime we would catch cicadas in the playground and put them in a matchbox. Back in the class room, a gentle shake could produce an outburst of drumming on a boring hot afternoon when we all were sleepy after lunch.