Summer in Australia usually means weeks of Cicada serenades but this year the planets must have aligned and it must be the magic 17th. year, I have never seen so many. When I was in primary school cicadas were the BitCoin of the day, depending on your skill at catching them you could accumulate great wealth as they could be traded for all manner of good stuff. We now live on the northern outskirts of the city adjoining a national park, cicada paradise.
Closer to the city centre green, brown and yellow varieties were the most common, if you scored a black prince you could trade it for just about anything. Now living in the bush I am wealthy beyond my wildest dreams but unfortunately I have no one to trade with. All we have here are black princes, millions of them.
One tree in our yard is a favourite meeting place, each morning there are hundreds of noisy princes on the trunk doing their best to attract a mate, how the female chooses one with so much noise I don't know.
