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.

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.

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

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.