I finally got to see the glut of cicadas we had in the region. None near my house so we took a trip to Brookfield. What a racket! Well next time they come around (17 years from now) I'll be. . . . Too old. The rest I'll leave up to your imagination. I'm glad I got to see (and hear) them but I'm not looking up any cicada recipes just yet. They say it tastes like. . . grasshopper? Anyone who cooks 'em up has a sterner stomach than I.
I hope to recuperate some of my blogging stamina soon. Bear with me, please, in the meantime.
2 comments:
I heard about your cicadas from NPR podcast. Of course I forget what the groups are called. I wonder if we get these huge 17 yr groups in New Englad because I have never seen a mess like this before. The birds must be happy?
That cicada looks different than the ones we have here. For us we get them every year but I was in San Antonio when their bloom happened oh so many years ago and I thought I would go mad with their round the clock incessant screeching!
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