The cicadas are back: emerged from their hiding-places. The first one I heard late last week was an engine-loud, deep-noted one somewhere in a tree near the marina. Now the more gentle ones are finding their song.
I wonder if the size of their "voice" is related to the size of their bodies?
And yesterday morning, a hummingbird in the front garden. He buzzed off under the trees. The feeder is emptying of liquid; it may just be evaporation, but it may be a hungry hummer.
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