My cousin and I had to ask our Aunt about the singing we heard every evening in Oklahoma. Frogs, birds or insects? "Katydids," she said. Then she called me over to show me one hanging out on her truck.
He wasn't into posing, and quickly kept moving directly toward me and the camera. Aunt had him on her cane for a while, but he could walk to the end of it in no time. She'd turn it around and he'd do it again.