My mere acre is adjoined by a trout stream and some wetlands. I should admit that one does not actually see peepers but hear them. Their voices echo throughout the nights here throughout springtime. I understand that they're little guys, but I cannot say I've ever seen one.
The best time of the year is when one can open a window or two and let the sounds and smells of the forest waft through into the house, also the ozone of an approaching thunderstorm.
The animals are ever present. Deer and wild turkeys on the roads -- the former always seem to run into your car's path, the latter always out of danger. It's amazing that Darwinian evolution hasn't sorted that out, but alas, it hasn't. The deer die on the roads while the turkeys apparently survive. I love the coyotes yipping and howling in the middle of the night.
I always move a turtle out of the way when it ventures out on the dirt roads here, no matter how pissed off they get at being picked up. I only hope that they really wanted to go the direction they were pointing on the road.
Living here has its plussed and its minuses. But when spring arrives, it is all good. Cabin fever wains and the world becomes beautiful, once again.
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