Forget the groundhogs. My money is on the peepers — those bitty little frogs that sing lustily during every late winter warm spell, urging spring’s arrival through the power of their voices.
I hadn’t heard them all winter. But today’s absurd morning warmth — 61 degrees F at my house — has roused them from their muddy slumbers. So far, I can still hear individual voices. The powerful chorus that rocks these woods on early spring nights has not yet manifested.
And because the temperature is predicted to return to winter numbers by this evening, that chorus probably won’t get going this time. But it will come. And soon. Why else would these hearty little amphibians be up singing before dawn on Groundhog Day?
Read about Spring Peepers and listen to their calls here.
Piedmont Gardener 