Lying on the back deck during one of our warm spells this spring (making vitamin D), I heard a tree frog start up a melodious mating call. And it sounded close.
Real close. Like by my head.
So I rolled over and looked between the vertical board that wraps around the deck surface and saw a little face peering up at me.
He (most frog calls are made by males) immediately quieted, but began again when I returned to my previous position.
I hear him now on most warm days.
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Posted by Patty Shipley.