There's a din, here on the farm, that grows louder as the temperature rises. It is a high-pitched, other-worldly humming sound. It starts in deep in the woods and progresses into "the holler"- the low-lying area of woods between the house and the barn - home of the Dragon Tree Trail. As the day progresses, the sound gets closer and closer, eventually reaching the orchard. Over the overwhelming high-pitched ebb and flow of song you occasionally hear the scritchety sound of one lone cicada. It must be a lullaby for the pigs, because the songs lulled them right to sleep!
Some, just beginning to break through their hard nymph exoskeleton...
others, almost erupted....
while still others sit exhausted, their metamorphoses complete, waiting, to get used to their new bodies. In a few hours they change from this yellowish white to a blueish-black color.
Once recovered, they fly high into the treetops and males begin their mating song... the rest of their existence dedicated to procreation. After four to six weeks, the female will have laid several hundred eggs in slits on the branches of trees. Having assured the continuation of their brood, the adults die off. Meanwhile, the hatchlings begin their descent to the ground and borrow into the ground where they will develop into nymphs and await their eventual emergence... seventeen years later.
This is a wonderful year for our free-ranging birds. Now that they are free to roam the farm, they have access to all of the nutritious developing cicadas that are within their reach. It will be an abundant summer for small mammals, birds, and reptiles.
I have heard that these insects taste much like crabs. Although I am in no hurry to try them, myself.
As I mentioned, above, the ducks and chickens are once again happily patrolling the farm for tasty insects.
Mornings are still cool here and heavy dew covers the grass.
The ground remains moist from the past weekend's showers. There's a possibility of storms later this week, so perhaps I can get by without watering.
As I mentioned before, anything that is not in use is being planted. This wheelbarrow is now full of cherry-red profusion zinnias and white sage. By midsummer it should be beautiful.
It's amazing how quickly the garden grows after a good soaking rain and a couple days of sunshine. I pulled the first of the purple radishes yesterday....
and the sugar peas will soon be bearing pea pods.
The goat yard is looking quite empty these days.
We sold all of our extra goat houses on FB Marketplace. The girls still have their own houses located under the shelter of the shed.
Sally seems content in her new home.
I stop to say hello, and she wanders over to the fence for some scratching...
then promptly head-butts the fence as a warning to Sam who is jealous of the attention being paid to someone other than himself.
On the other side of Sam is Old Tom... happy to be out of quarantine.
And lastly, here is your fresh peony bouquet of the day -
planted two summers ago and finally mature enough to have beautiful blossoms.
I hope to get a video garden tour finished in the next couple of weeks. I'll definitely need to revisit it during the cold winter months!