It is a beautiful humming, a love song, a summer song heard through open windows on warm nights, humming to a baby in a rocking chair on a porch. I don't know about the 17 year cicadas (this is their year) or the 13 year cicadas. I just know that they are always here in the warm weather and I heard them today at the lake at Sesquicentennial State Park.
In some places, the farmers plant crops when they first hear the sound. The Japanese have a song about them commemorating the end of summer: Tsuku-Tsuku Boski. In Greek myth, Tithonus is granted immortality by Zeus and turned into a cicada. Unfortunately he is not granted eternal youth. Birds and squirrels and human beings eat cicadas. They can be deep fried or stir fried.
I took the Loop trail which is 3.5 miles and is actually a sand road which begins and ends at the log cabin.
The ranger told me the good news, that architects are visiting Hunting Island preparing for the building of new cabins on the far side of the lagoon in 2014.
The Chinese believe that the cicada's shedding of its shell symbolizes stages of transformation leading to enlightenment.
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