By Joberta Wells
As I get older I am more aware of the seasons and things that define them. Songs of the burgeoning fauna fascinate me, especially after a long hard winter.
In late February or early March we begin to hear one of my favorite songs, the song of the spring peepers (Pseudacris crucifer), otherwise known as frogs. They inhabit every pond, every ditch, and every low-lying marsh and they inhabit my heart with joy. I love these little guys and their song.