April 3, 2015
It’s dusk after a perfect 70-degree day.
Did you hear something?
The long-awaited song of the spring peepers has begun! These thumbnail-size frogs which breed in swamps and wetlands
during early spring belt out a deafening song. Actually, it is the male that peeps about once every second to attract
a female. The faster and louder he peeps the more likely he is to succeed in his efforts. Once breeding season is over, they
return to wooded areas and are easily identifiable by the X on their back.
If you have not done so, I highly recommend a moonlit adventure into peeper territory. The vigorous enthusiasm of these
tiny fellows is contagious. . .spring is here, have great cheer!
I have heard of those who close their windows tight in an attempt to eliminate the raucous peeps and get some sleep.
Not I– I open them wide and hope for insomnia. There is nothing better than drifting to sleep with a chorus
of peepers and awakening to the song of a robin.
Spring is back in full force. As if all of the peeping and birdsong isn’t enough, look what I found by the corn crib. . .
Chester is back!!! It is so good to see my spectacularly beautiful friend. Thank you, God, for blessing us all with spring.