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Enoggera Reservoir is Brisbane's first dam, over 150 years old. While it draws crowds interested in swimming and kayaking, it also has an 11km walking trail for those wanting to walk around it.

I had been wanting to tackle the trail for a while, and so in mid-February, a year after my buddy and I discovered we were completely unready for the Warrie Circuit down at Springbrook, six months after an ankle injury put a temporary end to my hiking, this 11km loop marked my return to the great outdoors. I was expecting a fairly easy walk, but the hills around the back of the loop--steeper than I was expecting--caught me by surprise, and elevated this from walk to true hike.

I spotted this cicada at around the 8km point, clinging to a tree. The screeching scrape-scrape-scrape-scrape of a million of its friends was swirling all around me, diving close then fading away through the trees, only to come flying back at me; the sound behaved like a living animal, like a murmuration of starlings--but for all their numbers, I was actually quite surprised to see a living cicada. Occasionally you'll see the abandoned, empty husk of one, but I last saw a living one in the wild 40, 45 years ago.

I do not know which species of cicada we have here. I cannot find much information on identifying them.

Description
Enoggera Reservoir is Brisbane's first dam, over 150 years old. While it draws crowds interested in swimming and kayaking, it also has an 11km walking trail for those wanting to walk around it.

I had been wanting to tackle the trail for a while, and so in mid-February, a year after my buddy and I discovered we were completely unready for the Warrie Circuit down at Springbrook, six months after an ankle injury put a temporary end to my hiking, this 11km loop marked my return to the great outdoors. I was expecting a fairly easy walk, but the hills around the back of the loop--steeper than I was expecting--caught me by surprise, and elevated this from walk to true hike.

I spotted this cicada at around the 8km point, clinging to a tree. The screeching scrape-scrape-scrape-scrape of a million of its friends was swirling all around me, diving close then fading away through the trees, only to come flying back at me; the sound behaved like a living animal, like a murmuration of starlings--but for all their numbers, I was actually quite surprised to see a living cicada. Occasionally you'll see the abandoned, empty husk of one, but I last saw a living one in the wild 40, 45 years ago.

I do not know which species of cicada we have here. I cannot find much information on identifying them.