Not the Kiwi band of my youth but Japanese cicadas.(semi).For the past month or so their morning chorus ,a metallic mee mee has awoken me from my sweaty summer slumber.Of course a repeat performance is held each dusk.
A high pitched decibel deafening sound that each summer fights to be heard above the cacophony of a noisy Nagoya.
Towards the end of August their dead,dessicated spent corpses litter the streets and footpaths.I found this windblown hulk near my front door.
The first sign that summer is drawing to a close and the more user friendly autumn is at hand....
Monday, August 28, 2006
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