Backyard and Beyond

Starting out from Brooklyn, an amateur naturalist explores our world.

As John Burroughs said, “The place to observe nature is where you are.”

Froggy Went A Courtin’

Saturday night, dog-sitting. Take the dog out around 10pm. There’s a loud noise coming from the barely visible pond area down at the beginning of the driveway. First I’ve heard this sound. I record it. I listen to several frog songs online. Ah: Gray Treefrog/Hyla versicolor. The next day I can hear a few more during the day.

Late in the afternoon, one sounds like it’s in the living room. Just outside, actually.

Sunday night, it’s a whole chorus.

Two days later, behind the gutter pipe:

The last night.

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