There's one in the flower bed near the hose bib who dominates the music. I'm thinking of giving him a name. He likes to make triple chirps separated by a very brief pause, creating the impression that the whole chorus is playing in something very like 3/4 time, so I might call him Johann. Johann must be a very horny cricket. He does the calling chirp (the one the males use to attract females) night after night, starting before sunset and continuing almost until dawn. I've yet to hear him chirp the softer courting song, which crickets play only when a female is near. He obviously has not yet gotten lucky.
I'm wondering if Johann is descended from the cricket who survived in the woodpile across the street clear through last winter, singing loudly every time the weather got a bit warmer, only to finally fall silent forever during the icy period that arrived early in April. I never named that cricket. I also don't know if he ever managed to attract a female during those long winter nights. If he had, I probably wouldn't have heard his quiet courting song at such a distance. Johann is right outside my living room window, so there's a good chance I'd be able to hear even his very soft songs.
Heh. How dull is my life? I'm sitting around waiting for some aural cricket porn! Oh, I need sleep. Looks as though we'll have another cloudy day.