The calendar may have shown the vernal equinox arriving on March 20, 2009, but by my clock (based on central Massachusetts time), it actually arrived yesterday evening when a loud and raucous chorus of frogs announced their awakening to the wonders of spring.
When our family lived on the island of Martha’s Vineyard, it was always the sound of the Spring Peeper, also affectionately called by islanders, the “Pinkletink” that declared the harbinger of better days to come.
This diminutive (thumb sized) amphibian’s entire future and that of successive generations, rests solely on the quality of sound that they make – the better the call – the better the score.
Their punctuated high-pitched peeping, are the mating calls of only the males.
Ecologist and author Adrian Forsyth once said, ““If we can discover the meaning in the trilling of a frog, perhaps we may understand why it is for us not merely noise but a song of poetry and emotion.”
So glad you’re back guys – even if you are noisy. The world truly needs a promising song! Good luck fellows and happy spring!
4 comments:
Oh, that's wonderful. I love frogs!
When I was in high school and "going steady" with my first boyfriend, we used to sit and listen to the frogs.
A few years ago I went to a high school reunion, and he was there, and we went outside to sit on the bleachers and have a chat, et voila! there were the frogs, croaking their little hearts out. I think they did it just for us. :-)
I still wonder in this time of cold nights if they wear sweaters?
It's wonderful and comforting to know that even when much of the world around us changes, nature never fails to bring us home again with cherished memories. ;-)
Sweaters? What about tiny mufflers? They've got their love to keep them warm! ;-)
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