#spring peepers

[draconym]

Vernal pool ASMR (90 decibels)

[fresh-frogs]

Peepers galore!

[starriefawn]

some wildlife i captured today ♡

[tytonidyke]

A sunset amphibian chorus

[chunkula3]

It’s peepin’ time

[continent-of-wild-endeavor]

I heard SPRING PEEPERS last night

[sabinahahn]

Patron saint of Lullabies and Peepers.

Inspired by @laurensoloy story of her peeper. Their sound always makes me think of quiet and peaceful evenings.

Bonus Valerian flower in the frog’s hands.

#patronSaint

[petra-constella]

You know it's spring when you hear the Spring Peepers peeping! Their chorus can be extremely loud when you're very close to them, be careful! They signal the coming of spring, and it's always a joy to hear them come March.

[antimony-ore]

[1kazul]

the voices are so loud ..,

(the spring peepers have awakened and are . well. very loud)

[fresh-frogs]

The peeper

[ladysarai]

The sound of Spring in Maine! The peepers have returned!!! My favorite sound in the whole world…

[gayforthesun]

Call and response with the first spring peepers of the season!!! I was whistling to a chickadee initially and then Suddenly Frog Sounds started happening to me :)

[airdeari]

the PEEPERS outside my apartment are going INSANE and I LOVE THEM (I am also going insane (because of the peepers))

[fresh-frogs]

This dude posed perfectly tbh

[profanityandprophecy]

The peepers are one of the first signs that Spring is coming. I miss them. I have many happy memories of them; one in particular. I think it’s from 2018. Both my grandparents had died in a terrible accident a mere few weeks beforehand.

I had gone to Holy Thursday Mass. After HT Mass, it’s traditional to spend at least an hour in Silent Adoration. Most churches are open late, if not until midnight or later, to do exactly this. I had just taken an Amtrak train and arrived in town right before Mass so I didn’t have time to have dinner beforehand. So I decided to get some dinner after Mass and then return back to the church for Adoration later at night, probably close to 10 pm.

When we parked at the church & got out of the car, a riotous cacophony of noise greeted us. Apparently there was some form of (Vernal?) pond not too far back in the woods behind the parking lot & the church, and the Spring Peepers were calling out to the night. I recognized this for what it was; an invitation to do Adoration in a different format. An opportunity to adore the holiness that is Creation.

And so we sat outside on the grass in the warm Spring night and Adored the Peepers & the Goodness of Creation for a good amount of time before going inside and joining the people in Silent Adoration of the Eucharist.

More holiness than can be contained. Absolutely overflowing, bursting at the seams.

Anyway, I want to observe Frog Night now. The cycles of Nature are holy & deserve observation.

I had a new "oh, my family were the weird ones" moment recently: it seems no one else's family celebrated Frog Night (the first warm rainy night of spring) by going down to the local vernal pool after dark to help the amphibians safely across the road and listening to the spring peepers. (We'd then go back in daytime later on to observe the egg masses, of course.)

Apparently "Frog Night" as a holiday is a thing my mother invented and not a widely-accepted idea, which is a shame because I've been referring to it as if it was for the past 30 years.