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I grew up in the Carolinian Forest in southern Ontario. I suspect that is how that grasshopper got its name. And now the range includes southern Quebec as it inches northward every year. Every kid had to try to catch a grasshopper and show it off in a Mason jar. We'd try to get what it was eating, too, so you could see it munch through it all in no time at all!

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More on the grasshopper. This came through our musical friend in a new song of hers..

The Summer Day

Mary Oliver

1935 –2019

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, and the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean—

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down—

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.

I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?

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