Tuesday January 17th 2017Tim
believe it's Tuesday. Overcast, warm with Peepers.
Spring Peepers they're called, a Chorus Frog which means
they all sing together in a most nerve shattering way
should a person live within half a mile of their home.
And this particular branch of the Frog Family is pretty
much certain to come up against an arctic reaction to
anything like happiness during the very earlier part of
the year. I'm told Peepers can tolerate having some of
their body fluids turn to ice, which is just as well.
pond, or the water feature, or the old tub full of water, or
the bio-hazard, depending upon mood doesn't host Peepers.
It's the preserve of a community of Green Frogs. Watch them
hunt down a butterfly, it's more of a leap and close your
eyes technique than it is anything resembling ballet, and
you can begin to wonder how on earth the Green Frog manages
an existence. But they're up and about, contemplating stuff,
and it seems quite mean that a warm spell in January should
do this to them.