Thursday, September 11, 2014
*chirping*
I can hear crickets outside. This is kind of a surprise, when you think about it. I live in a city. Crickets seem more like a rural insect. Or maybe I just think of them that way because I remember hearing them at my grandparents' house, in the countryside outside of Toronto. Anyway, as long as they're out there instead of in here, more power to 'em, I guess.
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One of the fascinating aspects of van Gulik's Judge Dee novels was that many people kept crickets as pets - for their singing. Neat, eh?
There's lots around here these days too, but Halifax isn't what you'd call an overly built up city.
That drawing of a cricket housing made of a gourd is pretty. I'd never heard of that custom. It's definitely an interesting background subkect for a novel.
Halifax is the city she is.
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