We drove over to Fort Lauderdale yesterday to visit with the grandparents and imbibe a little ethnic cuisine. We ended up driving back home well after dark, and we stopped at the Micosukee Indian Reservation for gas on the way back.
The Everglades night was black and thick with life. As I walked across the parking lot, I had a serenade of crickets and an escort of frogs and mosquitoes. Insect song filled the night.
Today, we had heavy rainstorms all afternoon. When the rains stopped this evening, nature began its chorus again. Crickets sang soprano to the bullfrogs' deep baritone. Tree frogs filled in the harmonies. And, in some tree a lone bird chirped her alto solo.