The cicadas have decided to rise up from the ground and out of their casings in the past week, an annual event here at Struan Farm. Their humming drone as they start to mate is one of the distinctive sounds of summer. They abandon their casings all over tree trunks and wooden fence posts. Just about anything wood but native trees for some reason. This year their numbers seem particularly high, the great oak tree in the Pet Paddock alone must have hundreds.
Kids delight in putting them all over their shirts and scaring the slightly squeamish. But that wouldn't be us, would it?
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