Like a walk through the country side living on a small farm is full of daily surprises, sometimes wonderful and amazing, and other times puzzling and sad. I hope you will walk with me as I live out my dream of living on this tiny farm. You will come to know the dogs, cats, Shetland sheep and chickens that make up this farm and what goes into keeping them happy and healthy. Come and join the journey with me.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Do You Hear What I Hear?
In addition to tornadoes and wild and dangerous lightening storms we have also been blessed this year with swarms of Locust. Makes you wonder.
Technically these little buggers aren't locust, but are often called that around here. They are in fact Cicadas, and these seem to be from the '13 year' family. I'm not sure how 'they' figure these things out. Do 'they' band the eggs? Do 'they' wait around to see how long it takes them to hatch? Evidently someone goes to the trouble of keeping track of this.
This particular hatch is very, very loud and could easily drive a person stark raving mad, if you weakened. Thankfully most of them do shut up at night. This variety is a bit smaller than the 'normal' cicada that hatches, and has a more orange cast to them. From what I read it takes about a month of this incessant noise for them to complete their life cycle.
I see allot of holes in the yard (from the larvae) and gobs of these brown husks left around.
So how about the rest of you? Have the '13 Year Cicadas' hatched out your way?