Spring got here in a hurry this year, even though it arrived about two weeks later than usual. A week ago, ice was all over the place her–water troughs, hoses and every other drop of water on the farm was frozen solid. Not so this week.
As soon as the farm ponds thawed, the peepers came alive, singing their lungs out day and night. I have yet to see a peeper, but word has it that these chirping harbingers of spring are tiny frogs that make a huge sound.
All I know is that they are the sound of springtime, and their round the clock hollering is a welcome sound.
