Late in the evening, katydids started calling from the trees, filling the yard with a rhythmic chorus.

At dusk, a lone katydid perched on the garden fence, its chirplike call echoing through the warm air.

As the sun set, I watched a juniper bush katydid cling to the fragrant needles.

The fork-tailed bush katydid perched on the goldenrod, its call blending into the late-summer chorus.