Walking by a lake on a sunny day, I hear the deep sonorous song of a male bullfrog’s lonely lament. It’s spring and the male bullfrog is seeking company. His booming calls drowned out the calls of the wood frogs and leopard frogs.
He is very vocal. So I follow the sounds to the water’s edge, and scan it by submerged logs and soggy plants. I find him with head and eyes above the waterline and mouth open in song. My presence does not deter him from his vocalizations for company this spring.
“There is no place in a city that can’t be better. There is no toad that can’t be a princess, no frog that can’t become a prince.” Jaime Lerner
And there is no nature that does not offer surprises.
Out for our walk yesterday, we were rewarded by the sound of peepers. That has to herald the coming of warmer weather.
Kiss it. Go ahead!