The noisy rural life
I usually think of rural life as being quiet, and during the winter it is. The brook freezes over, most birds head south, and the thick snow dampens the sound.
Even the chickadees sing less.
But by early May, things are loud around here.
The brook thaws, and we can hear the waterfall across the road. The song birds all start chirping at 4:30 in the morning, and stay at it until at least 7:00.
And the frogs. Oh my word, the frogs!
We have at least four kinds in our pond, although some of them we hear for shorter periods of time than others. The pickerel frog is the most distinctive, but the spring peepers are the loudest.
This time of year, we can hear the frogs from inside our bedroom on the opposite side of the house, with the windows closed. If you stand near the pond, your ears hurt with the sound, the vibrations beating against your ear drums.
I love it.
I will miss it.
Even in California.
Even the chickadees sing less.
But by early May, things are loud around here.
The brook thaws, and we can hear the waterfall across the road. The song birds all start chirping at 4:30 in the morning, and stay at it until at least 7:00.
And the frogs. Oh my word, the frogs!
We have at least four kinds in our pond, although some of them we hear for shorter periods of time than others. The pickerel frog is the most distinctive, but the spring peepers are the loudest.
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| A glimpse of our pond through the bushes that surround it. |
This time of year, we can hear the frogs from inside our bedroom on the opposite side of the house, with the windows closed. If you stand near the pond, your ears hurt with the sound, the vibrations beating against your ear drums.
I love it.
I will miss it.
Even in California.
Those kind of memories are worth saving.
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