Another cold, clear morning. When the jays and squirrels stop yammering, the silence seems unusually thick. Then it hits me: no crickets.
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Another cold, clear morning. When the jays and squirrels stop yammering, the silence seems unusually thick. Then it hits me: no crickets.
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Sorry to see the crickets go. When I drove in State College with the windows down, they provided a continual symphony wherever I went.
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Well, some of them will persist even into November, of course, coming back to life like Lazarus when it gets warm again. I did really miss cricket and katydid sounds in London this summer.