(11/5/2014). A solitary Pacific tree frog has taken up residence near the gazebo. There may or may not be more than one, because each evening I hear it from a different direction – but close by. Only one at a time per night . When I talk to it admiringly its expression grows stronger and more creative. It is aware of me.
I love that creaky bit of music; singularly precious, and in large groups powerful enough to vibrate the drums out of your ears, and your mind out of your skull. The second option is preferable.
There is a vernal stream near the College end of the Indian Valley trail that is so amphibiously populous that a space helmet would be useful for hiking past that willowy slough, which can be heard from quite a distance in both directions.
Of course there are always more directions than two, but this trail is linear: one trail and lots of loud mouth one inch little Kermits.
To not have this head buzzing din on Mother Earth would be but one of many possible tragedies if we fail to take our ecologic stewardship more seriously.
It is my belief that Gaia is going to ascend (and we with Her), before that happens.
Twang your magic twanger, Froggy.