Katy didn't move from this spot all day. By evening I began to wonder if she'd ever move again . . . 
. . . but after sunset, Katy awakened from her slumber. Slowly she mosied along, finally joining the all-night party in the treetops with others of her ilk. They croaked their chorus until just before dawn, as they've done every night, all night, all summer.
. . . but after sunset, Katy awakened from her slumber. Slowly she mosied along, finally joining the all-night party in the treetops with others of her ilk. They croaked their chorus until just before dawn, as they've done every night, all night, all summer.I liked Katy better when she was sleeping.
As much as I love night sounds, I could do without the croaking of the katydids who moved into the neighborhood only in the last couple of years.
Do you have katydids in your trees? Do you love or hate theracket sound they make at night?
Do you have katydids in your trees? Do you love or hate the
