Peepers are by far my absolute most favorite sign of spring. I don't know what it is, but the first evening I hear that chorus of tiny little screes, I just have to smile. Listen to them here.
For those of you who live west of the Mississippi, peepers are little frogs whose mating call gives them their name. They congregate by the hundreds in wetlands during their spring mating season and make that peeping sound all night long. Across the street from my house there is a pond that must be some sort of peeper Vegas. Tonight they were carrying on like frat boys in Panama. Yee haw!
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