here in the south, it is the time when spring peepers sing the hallelujah chorus in every ditch, pond and puddle. their voices swell, ebb and flow beginning @ around dark-thirty.
later, if you happen outside in the cool night air, they’re still partying out there…
as in every living being’s life cycles, this is their window of opportunity…..
“hallelujah! hallelujah!” ….an orgy in every pond and puddle.
on some nights the warming air keeps them at it at such frantic levels, it actually
gets louder, fuller. a great wild party full of pheromones, and lovesongs , wild dancing….
been there, done that, and a very
good time was had by all. ’nuff said…
i have a couple twitter haiku about these very vocal subjects.
flies, women and song…
these tiny little peeper guys
have got it made.
we can all enjoy the spring-singing, must be some good party!
note: on NPR the ‘Hallelujah Chorus’ is playing right now…life imitates art