© Benjamin Griffin Burns
It’s raining here, and 39F … perfect conditions for a Big Night migration. The kids and I ventured out to make sure this wood frog—and sixteen of his pals—made it safely across our street. We counted four casualties as we worked, and I’m sure there will be more by morning. But from the edge of the safe side of the road, staring off into the dark woods at a vernal pool we couldn’t see, we were treated to a chorus of wood frogs celebrating spring. It was pretty spectacular.
We’ll surely be sleepy in the morning. But who cares?!?!