I heard my first spring peepers (not to be confused with Peeps) of the season tonight when I went out to the grocery store at 9:30 PM to get ... well, something to bake. I was having a craving for boysenberry pie, which is nearly impossible to find in New England, but that's another story.
Peepers are little nocturnal frogs I've never seen, only heard. The males' mating call can be heard for quite some distance. They sound like crickets on steroids.
The sound of the peepers is one of the first signs of Spring, arriving late here this year.
WARNING: Peepers and Peeps are not interchangeable. Peepers do not belong on graham crackers.
©2007 Kay Pere ~ Effusive Muse Publishing
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