I celebrated Spring by going frogging last night. We weren’t there to catch them but rather to hear their voices. It was so joyous to listen to the loud serenade of Spring Peepers anxious to find their mates and lay their eggs for the next generation and hopefully many more. The collective volume at times deafening.
A group of us gathered at ten different locations with a naturalist to monitor how the frog 🐸 populations are doing in Southwest lower Michigan. We also were taught how to listen for Wood Frogs and estimate how many were singing. It turns out that it’s hard to catch the numbers here because they only sing 🎶 for three or four nights then remain silent the rest of the time.
Chorus Frogs were on the list of those we were hoping to hear. Their calls were fewer than the other two and sound similar to a person running their thumb up a comb.
There were a couple of surprises in that we heard Cricket Frogs (sounds similar to bumping two rocks together) and three toads who were anxious to spread their DNA.
What does this have to do with being a witch? It is our duty to connect with nature and take care of the earth. I felt recharged from the connections last night. We were outdoors at one with the water, felt the wind blowing through my hair and surrounding me with the life giving oxygen. I felt the earth beneath my shoes and actually resisted the urge to slip them off and connect with the earth beneath my feet. We didn’t experience fire 🔥 but that was all right given the circumstances. But the fire in my soul burned away the stress of the day and left me feeling so refreshed.
Please join me on my blog and share the adventure. Blessed be.