It is, to paraphrase
the songwriter, all happening at the pool.
The currently disused
swimming pool at our house has become over the past couple of covered-up years a
toad and frog pond, birdbath and wildlife
preserve. Now that spring is springing life
is teeming there again
and it’s quite a sight and sound.
It’s the sound that is
the main attraction. We have both frogs and
toads, but my research shows that the main crescendo (peaking
all day; notes held for a virtual eternity) are the toads singing.
It took us a while to figure this out.
At first we thought we had spacemen landing or that we’d taken up
residence in the Twilight Zone.
If you approach the pool, even from a distance of fifty
yards, everything goes silent until you leave.
Yesterday, hawks were drinking from the pool. I’m deathly afraid that any day Caroline will
inform me (approvingly) that we’re now a velociraptor colony.
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