After almost two months it RAINED!!! That was great and we got more than a sprinkle. We had three or four thunder storms come through here the night before last and when I got up this morning, it was again wet outside. Since I took my rain gauge down, I have no idea how much we got, but it was so dry here that the ground soaked it all up like a sponge.
I didn’t realize I was missing something that I really love to hear. The first time I stepped outside last night after it got dark, the sound hit me. This sound had been the missing part of what I love about this place. As I stood there I heard the Bard Owls yelling at each other. No, that wasn’t the sound I missed. The owls, although not as active during the drought, have never stopped calling. Yes, I love their call, also. Check it out here.
It was the multitude of many different species of frogs, all yelling at the top of their lungs (or air pouches) praising the heavens for blessing them with rain. Or maybe they were just happy or maybe they were calling for a pretty and willing mate. Makes no difference to me why they were performing their concerto, just as long as I could hear it and enjoy it.
The sound relaxes me. I could feel the tension just drain out of me as a great big smile formed on my face. A couple of years ago, I made the remark that the frogs were not singing like they used to. I wondered what was wrong. Then I got my hearing aids, and presto, they came back to their loud beautiful singing selves. Before the hearing aids, I could only hear the bass singers, the bull frogs. But when you add in the tenors, altos, and sopranos, the symphony becomes full again.
I love the night sounds of my swamp. Knew something was missing, but didn’t quite realize it until I heard the night sounds last night. For awhile there, everything was right in my world.