I believe that spring has arrived at my Osage, County Kansas farm. I walked the perimeter and ponds last evening when I got home from work. It was breezy, but not uncomfortably so. It took me a few minutes to notice, but it became quite clear when I crossed the big grassy waterway, that my walk was accompanied by a chorus of frogs singing their little hearts out, seemingly in celebration of spring. To be quite honest, I don’t know whether it is the frogs or the toads … but I am writing about frogs today.
My farm is blessed with a large and healthy population of frogs. We have bullfrogs in the draw pond and plains leopard frogs practically everywhere. They say we have crawfish frogs too, but I haven’t seen any that I know of. And then there are the gray tree frogs that appear from time to time, most usually on the ribs of the umbrella that shades the picnic table on the patio.
I can’t tell you which frogs accompanied me on my walk last evening, but I can tell you that there is no sound quite like the sound of courting frogs to let you know that spring has finally come.
Leopard Frog: iStockphoto: Creative Imagery
Bullfrog: iStockphoto: brm1949
Gray Tree Frog: iStockphoto: Cathy Keifer
Hank Will raises hair sheep, heritage cattle and many varieties of open-pollinated corn with his wife, Karen, on their rural Osage County, Kansas farm. His home life is a perfect complement to his professional life as editor in chief at GRIT and Capper's Farmer magazines. Connect with him on Google+.