At dusk, the tree-crickets began a soft chorus that drifted through the backyard.

A lone tree-cricket sang from the maple branches, its chirps echoing through the summer dusk.

At dusk, the chorus of snowy tree-crickets filled the quiet orchard with a soft, rhythmic song.

At dusk, I could hear the high, whirring song of an Italian tree cricket hidden among the olive branches.

The snowy tree-cricket climbed the raspberry cane and began to lay eggs in the tender young shoots, a behavior that can injure the bushes.

The Otomí tree cricket sings at dusk, its delicate trills echoing through the agave fields.

At dusk, narrow-winged tree crickets began their delicate chorus among the willow branches.

The narrow-winged tree cricket perched on the garden fence, its chirping marking the slow passage of evening.