There is no sweeter sound of Spring than the high shrill calls of Spring Peepers from every woodland pool and roadside ditch. Tonight, while driving the back-country roads through the dark rolling hills between Saratoga and Schuylerville, I stopped to stand, enchanted, along the banks of a roadside marsh and thrill to this piercing music. (Note that some Canada Geese were adding their notes to this evening chorus.)
It's hard to believe that all that sound can come out of a tiny frog that's only a little bit bigger than a cricket! This photo is about life size.