“When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the grasshopper’s…he takes the lead
In summer luxury…he has never done
With his delights, for when tired out with fun,
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.”
John Keats … On the Grasshopper and Cricket
Guess who we found when we were out catching bugs??
The kids were out with their little 2 year old cousin trying to catch butterflies last evening. This lovely looking grass-hopper or locust came hopping by. Neat little guy, who happily came into our butterfly net, and then happily wandered off…without a care in the world!
