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And Still the Peepers

On Walkabout this morning.

It rained overnight, the streets shine.  Worms stranded in the middle of the street, I rescue as many as I can.

Coming up on the corner, I hear them, the spring peepers.

In these parts, spring peepers are a small chorus frog that herald the arrival of spring.  This year, I heard them first a week ago last Thursday.  Theirs is the first song of the morning, followed by the solo of the 5 AM robin.  Not long after, a chorus of birdsong serenades in the day.

Nowadays, the streets are more quiet than the birds in the trees and the frogs in the bogs. Residents stay home, school buses are parked, waiting out the virus raging across the land.

Spring peepers are a sure thing when nothing else is.  I am grateful.

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Rounding a street corner on Walkabout, I heard the first frogs of spring at 4:43 AM several weeks ago.  We call them “spring peepers.”

As the weather swung between warm spells and cold snaps, the song of those solitary individuals, and eventually quartets, came and went as they somehow detected me on the street some distance from their marshy greenbelt.

At about the same time, two early birds, robins in this case, took up the traditional roosting spots where I find them year after year.  For anyone interested, that would be a particular mailbox post and a tree down the block.

Nowadays, spring is in full swing.  Forsythia bush and magnolia trees are blooming and the 5:00 AM robins quickly give way to a delightfully discordant mashup of birdsong—an audio veil that transports any common morning into something more exotic.

And the peepers?  It is prime time.  Early spring rehearsals have led to a tightly interwoven tapestry of sound, a background thrum that is both impenetrable mystery and a well-remembered song of childhood.  Eternity calls nightly—and in those early morning hours, along the greenbelt in an unremarkable neighborhood that could just as easily be yours.


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