Rosie over at Hillbilly Savants beat me to the door this year, but that’s only because I haven’t heard the frogs start to sing.
Each year, I find myself even more fascinated with the changing of the seasons and most notably the days between winter and the first signs of Spring. In the past, the Willow Trees or the bleached white sycamore trees have been my first visual cues, but the “frog songs” have certainly got to be one of my favorite warm weather crescendos.
Rosie lives on a mountain and she has a couple of excellent photos of her bullfrog pond and even though the songs spell romance for the frogs breaking out from their winter slumber, it’s also a beacon for predators to come stalking.
Of course, it’s still only February 4th. She mentions that she’s been tracking them for a couple of years and last year, she first heard the songs on January 16th and the year before that February 15th. Now I haven’t heard them yet, but I can’t wait to hear them across the ridge here in Indian Springs.
Still kind of strange though. My granny and my mom love this warm weather as it keeps those old bones from shivering and our heat bills a little lower, but it’s still not right hearing the frogs sing in February. I’m still waiting for a winter snowstorm and the way things used to be with those frogs sleeping late into March (before Global Warming?).