Absolutely nothing says spring more than the distant chorus of spring peepers. There is a wooded stream just off Conner Station that is home to a cacophonous band of peepers all competing for as many females as they can lure with their peeping charm. Just last week, on a warm evening, after plenty of rain, the spring peepers reminded me of how glorious rural life can be. Just by listening for a few minutes an entire other world can be imagined.

This year I heard the peepers after a rain in late February. A few warm February days awakened the male peepers in anticipation of frog love. Male spring peepers are the noise makers. The louder and faster they peep the luckier they get on their quest to attract females. As cocktail hour approaches the song to lure females begins and if you really listen you will hear a distinctive peep coming from tiny amphibians.