Frogs on Friday Night

I’ve just learned of an interesting thing to do. A nature trip to a grassy pond to listen to frogs on Friday night!  I’m going to learn their croaks—big croaks and little croaks, the rubbing-wet-glass croak, the fine-tooth-comb croak, the sounds-like-a-cricket croak…

We’ll look up at fuzzy summer stars and slap each other’s mosquitoes and say God, it’s humid! These days the prospect of frogs on a Friday night excites me more than a date with a handsome prince!



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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