Singing Frogs

March 26, 2020


I was walking by myself on the trail through the Craddock Wetlands trying to escape the virus.  I heard an ethereal sound on a warm April day and found myself standing by a large wet area with tall grasses and saw moving concentric circles.  Then I saw legs and frog shapes.  I watched and listened, mesmerized by the orchestral sounds.  Bird songs were added to the frog songs and I didn't want to leave.  It calmed me.


All of a sudden I realized I was not alone.  Two teen boys zoomed through on their bikes with loud "head-banging" music.  Ouch.  That hurts.  That would be enjoyable inside a big room where we could all romp and dance but what a clash.  I wanted to jump out of my skin.


My first thought was that they were invading this precious sanctuary.  I really don't know what the frogs thought.   I put my finger to my lips and tried to get them to stop and look and hear, and one stopped for a minute.  "I can see you are excited about those frogs.  That's nice."  That was kind of him.


Then I laughed.  What a contrast.  Nature's noise and our manufactured noise.  Then I was on my way.  I'll be back, but the noises will continue to change as the days go by.  The noises of nature are deep and lovely.


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