This is a very good year for cicadas. As the morning warms they begin to sing, a constant loud chorus that drowns out the frogs. Our casuarinas are a popular home for them, but there are thousands all through the bushland this summer. There are so many that several live insects have landed on the terrace or decks, it is easy to see them flying around the dam, and no problem to find a dead one on the ground. This one on the juncus by the Dreaming Track was spotted during the walk to Grey Rocks. For Australians the Black Prince features in childhood memories, when we collected them in small boxes, a Black Prince, a Floury Baker, and Green Grocer and so on!
Cicadas live underground for seven years, drinking sap from the roots of plants, then one night the nymph digs its way to the surface, climbs onto a tree trunk, and sheds its old covering, emerging as a shiny winged adult. Metamorphosing insects fill us with wonder, bringing thoughts of change and transformation in our own lives. If you could transform what would you like to become? Or do you hold transformation when the old body is shed as a natural next part of life?
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