Every year about this time the spring peepers, which are small frogs, emerge from winter hibernation and begin their “peeping,” a mating call. We have heard them every year peeping from our old farm pond, now a part of Beltzville State Park. They were as reliable a harbinger of spring as the shadbush blooms, dandelions, and crocus flowers.
Last night and tonight I heard one solitary frog peeping. No frogs answered. There won’t be any mating with one frog. What we are doing to this planet is a travesty.
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