I stuck my head out the back door just before going to bed at 10 p.m. on Monday night (Jan. 2).
The rain had finally stopped and it was almost frosty cold, turning my breath into a lovely piece of art. But the most beautiful thing of all was the thunderous, eardrum shattering ROAR of a Pacific treefrog chorus, bursting with life from somewhere in the depths of my backyard.
Amazing that such a noisy love for life can exist deep inside tiny amphibians the size of a quarter.
I stuck my head out the back door again, just before going to work at 4:30 a.m. on Tuesday morning (Jan. 3).
As I slid open the door, a BLAST of treefrog song shoved me back into the kitchen, slipping past me to knock both cats off the back of the couch from where they were sleeping. They’d been singing all night! Such energy!
I stepped out onto the back deck, raised my arms and clapped my hands together loudly, just once. And there was instant silence.
Wow, I never directed a treefrog symphony before.
Happy New Year!