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Grasshopper's dreams - Ein winziger Grashüpfer (ca.1 cm) träumt von der großen Welt
Großes Grünes Heupferd (Tettigonia viridissima)
Great green bush-cricket
This Grasshopper jumped across me on to someone's door. These large Grasshoppers are about 15 cms (approx. 6 ins) long.
Grasshoppers are insects of the suborder Caelifera within the order Orthoptera, which includes crickets and their allies in the other suborder Ensifera. They are likely the oldest living group of chewing herbivorous insects, dating back to the early Triassic around 250 million years ago. Wikipedia
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October 3, 2018
Taken today at East Cramlington nature reserve with my Samsung Galaxy S8. Pleased with the quality considering it's a phone pic.
A grasshopper seen in the back yard.
I have not put anything on Flickr for a while. Have been having computer problems.
Tiny Grasshopper which to the naked eye just looked bright green but in reality had beautiful markings - D700 attached to Brunel BMSZ microscope
Found at Wallaby Hills Nature Reserve on Goldfields Rd, E of York. Western Australia, Australia.
Family Morabidae?
Single exposure, uncropped, handheld, in situ. Canon MT-24EX flash unit, Ian McConnachie diffuser.
This is grasshopper Flip on a rose leaf after the rain.
He was really a great foto model, because he did not move for a long time and he did not argue with me a single time.
My friend, who worked in his garden, asked me: "Live it at all?".
I answered to him: "Hey! This is Flip! Of course, he lives!"
Do you know whois Flip?
Very small colorful grasshopper. I don't know much about the exact species but found it interesting.
Dimmitt County, Texas during September 2020
A very dark grasshopper on the ground of a heathy area that was a controlled burn, Anglesea, Victoria. It seems to have a red area on the back legs.
Short front legs, no wings.
Update: Coryphistes ruricula
P1200245c
On the Grasshopper and Cricket
BY JOHN KEATS
The Poetry of earth is never dead:
When all the birds are faint with the hot sun,
And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run
From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead;
That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead
In summer luxury,—he has never done
With his delights; for when tired out with fun
He rests at ease beneath some pleasant weed.
The poetry of earth is ceasing never:
On a lone winter evening, when the frost
Has wrought a silence, from the stove there shrills
The Cricket’s song, in warmth increasing ever,
And seems to one in drowsiness half lost,
The Grasshopper’s among some grassy hills.