You've been waiting for it, full of anticipation, and now it's here -- the California Tree Frog Breeding Season! I walked out of work on Friday to the sound of love on the evening breeze. At least that's what this website says.
Apparently February is the start of the Tree Frog breeding season. If so, they seem to be right on schedule around here, despite the fact that February is largely indistinguishable from January or March. In any case, the little guys all seem to have been simultaneously moved to sit out by the water and squeak away in hopes that somewhere out there, beneath the pale moonlight, someone's waiting for them.
Last week the night was silent. This week they're singing away. I'm not sure why, but somehow that seems like a sign of something good. What I do know is that it made me inexplicably happy when I heard them. For one thing it reminds me that my schedule isn't the only one running around here. For another, frogs are just funny. You just can't be completely sad when there's a frog around.
So, just for today, despite all the pain and suffering in the world right now, I would like to propose a toast to California Tree Frog Breeding Season. To all you little amphibians out there: good luck, God bless you and keep squeaking.