Jeepers Peepers

Above: the vernal pool not yet unfrozen and below: the YouTube video to hear the song of the Spring Peepers

It is late afternoon and it is spring according to the calendar although still quite cool.  I have just spent the late afternoon listening to “music.”  Some have likened it to the sound to bells.  Others to bird song. And still others, with unimaginable disdain, to “some kind of nature noise.”  For me it is one of the happiest of sounds.  The act of creation transformed into sound decibels for all to hear.  A sound that comes from the earth and resounds to the heavens, unwittingly praising the Almighty.  I hate to leave, and wish I lived even closer to the pond, so that the sound would surround me totally, filling my ears every evening with the sound of perhaps the single-most highlight of spring for me.  The siren song of the Spring Peepers.

How have they cast their spell over so many?   I cannot say except that their song is uplifting and filled with hope despite the natural perils they face daily.  For, as true of all of us, they may die at any moment– say as a meal for a nearby perching crow or underneath murky waters eaten by a snapping turtle.  They call for a mate without ceasing, without fear, single-mindedly, without a thought for their own safety.  It is nature at its most elemental, in its most singular scope.  They all sing out vying to be heard– so many voices.  In some spots, I am told, their song is deafening.  How nice to be there; I cannot get enough of their sweet music.  It moves me to tears–  these tiny creatures singing out their heart’s desire.

As I return home to family “situations” and domestic duties, I yearn for the simplicity of their song.  Their total fervor.  For if they sing then all is right in that small part of the world.  Progress has not paved over their pond.  Disdainful humans have not drained a “vernal pool.”  David Carroll writes about vernal pools in one of his books on turtles called The Swampwalker’s Journal.  As the title suggests, Carroll walks through such places in search of turtles and other amphibians.  He defines a vernal pool as a pool of water that fills up in Fall and Winter and freezes, swells in the Spring and often dries up by end of Summer.  But a vernal pool is utmost a place of magic, not only where turtles lurk, but also where mating frogs deposit gelatinous eggs, which turn first into tadpoles, and then, later, become frogs. Vernal pool habitats hold a galaxy of small things that come to life the instant ice and snow turn back into water. And after a requisite series of warm days, followed by spring rains, on the first dark night, vernal pools become the site of the “salamander night.”  Salamanders leave their hibernacula to go for a night of endless mating and then return to leaf litter in the woods to disappear for the rest of the year.  Some people, who know nothing of vernal pools and their function, deem them a nuisance, a “big puddle” to be filled in or drained.  Some people know little of spring peepers except that they are “noisy,” “like some sort of insect.”  (Poor insects being made out to be the pesky lowest of the low.)   The natural symphony of hormonal, harmonic sounds sometimes falls on deaf ears.

And when, after finishing my evening chores,  I try to read, I find the haunting sound of the spring peepers deep within my psyche, making me restless and anxious and wishing to be at that pond, surrounded on all sides by their sex song, inebriated by the unbridled joy in the air, immersed in the utter power of nature manifesting in one of her gentler forms.  In the song of the Spring Peepers nature celebrates life-to-be rather than taking lives away.  For most of all the song of the Spring Peepers is a song of tremendous faith, faith in love, and faith that love will propagate and new life will emerge untouched by the often destructive hand of man.

************

To read about and/or give to Michael’s foundation for orphan and street children in Uganda, click on the link below the picture of Michael and Angie:

http://www.gofundme.com/f/sustainability-support-for-the-Makindye-Foundation

March 28, 2024 | Categories: Animal & Landscape Photographs, Animal Columns & Poems, Charities in Uganda, Environment, Music of Nature, Nature Columns, Nature Photography, Newspaper articles, Reflections, Spirituality, Uncategorized | Tags: African orphans and street children, Charities in Africa, Charities in Uganda, Frogs, Landscape Photography, Makindye Foundation, Michael Stromme, Nature photography, Orphans in Uganda, Spirituality, Spring, spring-peeper, wildlife | 30 Comments