By Helen BriggsBBC News
29 July 2017
The cheep, cheep, cheep of a
cricket in the grass is the quintessential sound of summer.
As I crunch over heathland in
search of the elusive insect, the song fills the air, as if conjured up by a
magician.
My companion, Mike Coates, the
warden here at RSPB Farnham Heath, beams with delight.
Earlier, before setting out for
the reserve, he'd warned me that the insects are rare, and might not perform on
cue.
"It's not so much looking,
we're going to be listening mostly for the sound of male field crickets
chirruping in order to attract a mate," he explained, over a mug of tea in
the staff portacabin.
"It's just a brilliant
noise. It's like summer translated into sound - it's fantastic."
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