Monday, May 3, 2010

Crickets...and More!

I don't necessarily want this to be a phenological blog; that can get a little dull and prone to "one upmanship." Nevertheless, crickets began chirping for the first time this year on Friday evening, April 30. That, in and of itself, is a wonderful marker in my book of days. But, rather than just report on the crickets, I'm going to quote the final two paragraphs of a book that I read when first published in 1992, Crickets and Katydids, Concerts and Solos by Vincent G. Dethier. These two haunting paragraphs have stayed with me ever since I first read the book.
Three days before Thanksgiving, as I was hurrying through Harvard Yard, I heard a single cricket. The chirp sounded exactly like that which in early June had ushered in a sumer of song. This time, however, the call was a Fall Field Cricket that had found temporary shelter near the grating of a heating vent outside Thayer Hall. Whereas the chirping of the Spring Field Cricket had resonated with promise, had evoked memories of summers past and anticipation of summers to come, this song, with identical scoring and execution, evoked different emotions. Even as I let my imagination range, I realized anew how much the listener brings to the music, how music evokes moods complementary to its setting, and how moods close the circle by shading the music. I felt a sense of melancholy, listening to the cricket. He was calling, and there was no mate to listen. He was calling into the void of imminent winter. Yet in that melancholy, I experienced--if not the anticipation and assurance--at least hope for another spring.

Two days later it snowed.

In addition to the first cricket song, we were tumbled in the first real wave of spring migrants. Temperatures hit 93 on Saturday and 89 on Sunday (both records), and the birds thought they were back in the Central American jungle! Of note, first Wood Thrushes and Scarlet Tanagers, though there were plenty of warblers to go around, too.

1 comment:

The-Grizzled-But-Still-Incorrigible-Scribe-Himself! said...

I heard a cricket yesterday afternoon while out rambling—I think the first I've heard all year—but forgot all about it until reading this post.

Also think that Dethier book might ought to go on my list.

I've spent the day fiddling around trying to make a good Baltimore oriole photo (all mediocre shots so far) and admiring the queen snakes that climbed my deckside grapevine to bask in the sun's heat. I counted 8, plus one northern water snake. Warblers here, too.