Spring peepers are maybe 3 weeks away. I like to sit bundled up in a down quilt outside in the dark and listen to them. I like to take an old tape recorder down to the pond and get a full tape of their sound every year. I played that for my workgroup a year ago and it gave them all a headache to listen to it for 45 minutes straight. Not me. Life's blood.
The girls have been venturing out more and more. I need to change the calendar over in the coop. I forgot and none of them reminded me. They must have liked Mr. January. Or the concept of a calendar escapes them. It escapes me half the time.
Once the snow melts I'll be out in the cabin again. It just got too cold below 20 degrees.
Frog Out
