It’s officially spring. Nature has started its explosion—its reawakening—gathering the vitality needed to transform our environment into a fertile landscape ready to birth all it has to offer. It’s a time that always leaves me in awe, considering the amount of energy it takes to make this transformation.
There are two things that signal me that spring is really here and I watch for them to celebrate the occasion.
My first sighting of skunk cabbage makes me cheer. It is the first plant that seems to unfurl itself out of the wetlands. They aren’t easy to spot as they pierce through the damp earth but once spotted, they’re everywhere and I’m delighted with the confirmation spring is really here.
The second is audible, the sound of the peepers. They are loud, a booming chorus of piercing chirps, almost deafening as hundreds of male frogs call out trying to be the loudest frog to be heard and chosen by a female frog willing to mate. The minute they find their mate they become quiet and don’t utter another peep until next spring when the mating season starts again.
If you don’t wander out during the few days that the peepers peep, you’ll miss the concert. But it’s its fleeting appearance that makes it so special; it’s part of what marks the beginning of spring.
I stand, silently, listening and trying to spot one of the hundreds of vociferous peepers. At one inch in length and carefully camouflaged to resemble the bark of the trees that surround them, they are audible but, to my eyes, not visible.
But thanks to others, here is a picture of this amazing animal as it expands its vocal sac like a balloon about to explode. It’s that process that creates their curious sound.
I recorded the sound just incase you missed their call.
Click on the image to hear the audio
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