I do. Living in the country all of my life, I often don't hear either unless I listen. Something that I take for granted I guess. They are both peaceful sounds.
I feel like strangling crickets at night. I just do.
The crickets don;t bother me at all - because the little tree frogs completely drown out the cricket sounds. We have to close the windows so we can hear the TV. No roosters nearby, so I am spared that annoyance. However, we have a mockingbird that sets up in our trees and starts his noise at dawn.
Birds Yes.
Crickets NO.
Our crickets are comparatively quiet. We get 'em, of course, but they're not too noisy in our area. I don't mind a bit.
And it's lovely to hear kookaburras in the morning. I usually wake before they do so they don't disturb my slumber.
Not a lot of cricket noises where I live but there is a bull frog that is really loud. I really enjoy hearing him. As for the birds... There isn't a lot of smaller happy chirping birds around my house in the morning. However I do live near a rather large lake and it is a winter home for a decent number of Sandhill Cranes. Multiply the sound of the following video by over 100.
Can I say both? I like crickets cause I enjoy the night but its nice to hear the birds on a sunny morning when I wake up.
Dear Roy Roy,
The answer is yes to both of those...and you have just given me an excuse to post one of (to me) Emily Dickinson's mystical and wonderful poems... about crickets in the fall...and just at the (northern hemisphere) autumn season, too!
Further in Summer than the Birds
Pathetic from the Grass
A minor Nation celebrates
Its unobtrusive Mass.
No Ordinance be seen
So gradual the Grace
A pensive Custom it becomes
Enlarging Loneliness.
Antiquest felt at Noon
When August burning low
Arise this spectral Canticle
Repose to typify
Remit as yet no Grace
No Furrow on the Glow
Yet a Druidic Difference
Enhances Nature now.If I hear a cricket, it's because they have invited their friends over to a party in my basement. Darn things. If my big orange kitty finds one, he pounces on it, and because he's so fluffy, the cricket ends up losing a leg. Then the other kitty will "play" with him until the bitter end.