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Friday, April 10, 2020

Bullfrog Serenade

So, this time of dire emergency monetary manipulation has led to my sleeping habits being adjusted. Otherwise, when a passing front woke me, sleep is not on the agenda.

I made a gallon of tea, fixed a glass, and went out on the porch. I sat, thought about things, and then the bullfrogs caught my attention.

There must be around a dozen in the area. They all have different calls. Some are higher pitched, others lower, and some sound like teenagers; their voice breaking from the effort to sound older.

One was probably the old bull. His loud, low call almost echoed in the night, and when he called, the others were quiet for a few moments. I imagine the females are lining up on the bank for his attention.

I'll soon go back out, sit, sip some tea, and listen to the night. It's more pleasant than anything on television, and there aren't any commercials.


  1. Considering the past several weeks and breathless panic induced by the media, it sounds like the finest evening one can have.

    1. It was pleasant. The front brought a cool night breeze, which was much better than the stifling, dead-calm heat we had all day.

  2. Gorgeous sound.
    We have a five-acre pond behind our home, and in early Spring the croaking is quite a chorus.
    Then the Blue Herons and Kingfishers arrive.
    By mid-summer the chorus is diminished or gone.
    Anyone got a recipe for Heron?

    1. After Spring, the bullfrogs top their mating calls, but they're easy to find along the banks.

  3. If the economy collapses, I've had my eyes on a few neighborhood bunny rabbits. Every morning, I go out between 5-5:30am to "throw the ball" for Zeke (my 4 yr-old GSD) so he can take his morning piss. He usually startles a rabbit in my fenced in back yard and chases him around the pole barn - zipping past me to the only easy escape under the gate. Zeke will never catch the rabbit without a little help from me, which I can easily provide if the situation warrants. The meat won't go far, but gotta start somewhere. Anyways, you plotting bull frog legs in the apocalypse? what else ya got?

    1. We don't have many rabbits. Too many flying predators like their flavor. We do have wild pigs. Hundreds can be found in the local woods. With a little effort, they could become a long term source of pork.