Yesterday the marsh was alive with the sound of music—frog music. As the temperatures soared to 65 degrees F (18 degrees C), the high-pitched sound of the frogs grew to almost deafening levels at some of the shallow vernal pools.
It was obvious that there were hundreds, if not thousands of frogs present in the area, but they seemed to be invisible. I managed to spot only a single one, this little Southern Leopard Frog that was partially submerged in the water at the edge of one of the pools.
In a few days the vernal equinox will arrive here in the Northern Hemisphere, marking the start of spring (according to the astrological calendar). The frogs obviously decided to get jump ahead a bit or are using the meteorological calendar, which calculates the start of spring as the beginning of the month of March.
Yesterday the frogs were loudly proclaiming that spring is here, and I am thrilled at the prospect of warmer weather and new life springing up everywhere.
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Mike Powell 
It’s one of the most beautiful sounds in nature and I’m anxious to hear it.
I’m with ya, the frogs are whooping it up everywhere in the deep south too.. 🙂
FrogSong is surely music to many ears. I’m afraid it’s still quite a way off at the cabin, but I’m hearing it in my mind’s ear already. Nice to know you can hear it in real time!