Spring Peepers

 

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Today I hear what I most anticipate hearing every spring.  It is my favorite daytime song and most soothing nighttime symphony.  I listen to it as often as I am able, like a pop song on the radio, because I know it will only last a short season.  Nothing delights me more than listening to the spring peepers.  I drive with my windows down this time of year so I can hear the swell and fade of the frog song as I pass the myriad of small ponds and lakes between our home and the nearest town.

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The Birds Return

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Today I spot my first robin, rather my first robins.  A flock of them searches out worms in a patch of sad-looking grass exposed by the receding snow.    Just across the road, in the wetlands preserve, a red-winged blackbird perches on a well-weathered cattail.  I roll down the window to listen for its trilled tune but it seems momentarily preoccupied with the finer points of survival.

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