Apology is needed here for some dodgy photos but my excuse is that I was juggling my iPhone and a torch and not doing it very well. It occurred to me hours later that I should have swapped hands and I may have had more success so I'll try that next time. I have been in love with cicadas since I was a small child. In those far off days we often called them locusts, quite inaccurately as they aren't related to locusts at all, and it was the custom of some of the real "old-timers" to call them cicadees. Whatever their name, to me they were magical insects, with an amazing life history and of a most satisfactory and manageable size to a small girl who was obsessed with the natural world.
Last year was almost entirely devoid of cicadas. They were all around us, shrilling and drumming, but not in our garden. I was devastated. I wondered what had happened 6 or 7 years ago (before we moved in) that may have killed them off. The few that appeared had deformed wings and it was very distressing to see them trying to fly. Our local cicadas spend about 6 years underground, unlike the US ones that seem to have 13 or 17 year cycles.
However, last night was a thrilling cicada event. Early in the evening little Jack Russell Peggy became very excited by the tiny holes that were appearing in the ground. She sat riveted to the spot, concentrating, and I think listening to the movements underground. Now and then she'd do a bit of frenzied digging but without success. About 8pm, on a very warm and balmy evening, the little brown nymphs began digging their way out. Very soon the ground around the trees had dozens of cicadas laboriously crawling, and as it got darker it was very necessary to keep the torch aimed at the ground in order not to step on them. Then they started to climb, on the trees, fence posts, garden furniture, barbed wire and metal. Not fussy, as long as they could get a grip. Once secured, the emerging process began.
This morning a quick recce of the garden showed that all had either fully emerged or been an easy breakfast for the baby Currawongs in a nearby nest. There were hundreds of split and discarded cicada cases, much to the delight of the children. Fia found a couple of dead cicadas, (one the pictured Black Prince) destined for a shallow garden grave where the ants can find them.
I'm still hopeful of finding some other favourite cicadas, such as the Yellow Monday, Cherry Nose, Bladder Cicada and the Floury Baker. There are about 2500 different cicadas world wide and I think maybe 250 in Australia. What a cool insect!
Well, now you know another of my favourite things. Sorry about the poor quality of the photos and I hope I haven't freaked anyone out with my cicadas.
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