Monday, June 14, 2010


Frogs, why did it have to be frogs?

Sleep has been hard to come by recently. I have fans running, dogs panting and frogs croaking outside the windows. Seems that the duck pond and assorted bog that sits close to the house is a perfect spot for bull frogs and their nightly music. Doesn't help that two children, who will remain nameless, have been "stocking" the pond with assorted critters. They go to the creek and come back with a 5 gal bucket full of stuff, "for the ducks" or so they claim

The last two years it's been a pair of green tree frogs hanging out in the cup plant right outside the front door. And I of course, allowed more cupplant to take root. Yeap, ones back. Can't find it yet, but ugh, the songs, er, noise they make.

They are pretty quiet during the day. But as soon as the dogs come in for the night, they warm up their voices and start what initially is a beautiful chorus, but several hours later, it's like being at heavy metal concert-for hours. My head, it aches.

Any one got ear plugs I can borrow?

Later gators....


Sherilyn said...

I was expecting this to be about Emmy and her "croaking bark" or Merlot with her singing that she does! hehe

I'll trade you for a young child that lives next door to us and you can hear screaming and yelling anytime he steps out of the house...that's the one that sets my head to pounding! Even the dogs don't like to hear him outside!

Cindy said...

Emmy's fine as long as David doesn't walk outside-she follows him around and "talks" the entire time. I now hear-will you just shut up-all the time-heehee.

No the mouth is Peterman, but she knows that when I shout PETERMAN, she better move back from the fence and pretend it wasn't her barking at the ducks.

Frink Lemur said...

When I lived in North Carolina, the house was backed up against a Piedmont forest, and during the winter and spring, our swimming pool was covered (and the cover was full of accumulated rainwater)- so that from about March 1, to May 1, it was all about treefrogs and spring peepers, just a constant unimaginable din after dark. But eventually you got used to it, and didn't hear it, unless you listened specifically for it. I even enjoyed it.

Amphibians are so vulnerable to environmental stresses, on the global average they are now just 1/6th as numerous as they were a century ago. So today when I hear them, I count it as a sweet blessing and evidence that the local ecosystem is at least somewhat healthy.