I heard them. Last night. Not many, but there were a few, letting the presence be known, as loudly as they could. Which really is pretty loud when you think of the size of them.
I finally heard spring peepers last night. I just happened to step out, not long after dark and there they were. It’s almost a sure sign of spring.
Although, if I remember, they started a bit early last year, got snowed on, went back to bed, and returned a few days later when the weather stopped trying to freeze them.
It could very well happen this year. I hope not, but it has to be tough, being a peeper. Getting up at the crack of spring and starting to look for a mate. As loudly as possible.
There weren’t many of them around last night. In fact, it was kind or sparse, peeper wise. But things are just getting started. A lot of swamps and wet areas around this area get pretty noisy as we move a bit further into spring. Peepers tend to get pretty serious about yelling at each other.
Not long ago we tried to describe what they were to one of the grandchildren, who had never seen one. Little tiny frogs. He couldn’t quite believe that frogs would make all the noise we were talking about, especially little frogs. So I guess we may need to go peeper hunting before long. Which isn’t easy. Seeing as they are so small. And are pretty hard to see. But hopefully we can find one to show him.
So the peepers have started. Now it seems like spring. Next up, the wood frogs. Or as my wife likes to call them, chucklers, because they sound like they’re chuckling. Or like a duck. In fact for quite some time, I thought they were ducks. Which made them really hard to find, since I was looking for a good sized bird instead of a small frog. But I got that straightened out.
But they’ll be along soon. First, it’s peeper time.
Let them scream at the top of their lungs. It sounds like spring.