I have been waiting since last spring to hear the pinkletinks (Spring Peepers) again. See my blog about my vernal pool which explains a lot about pinkletinks.
About 9:30 PM Eastern Daylight Savings Time, my wasband told me he heard one lone Pinkletink. I ran outside. When I say ran, don’t take that literally. I went as fast as my cane would allow so as not to fall on my ass. It had stopped singing so I waited a few minutes and sure enough I heard him and possibly two more. It was 45 degrees tonight which is cold for them to come out but it is also late for them. Today, March 31, is the latest I have ever heard them. Tomorrow, the weather is supposed to be warmer so I am sure we will hear more and within a couple of weeks the sound will be deafening. I love it. Click here to go to Wikipedia to see and hear them.
Actually it is 1:00AM now and I can hear them from where I sit at the computer. Or my tinnitus (ringing in the ears) is acting up. No, I really think it is a peeper I’m hearing but I don’t feel like getting up from the computer to find out. They only sing at night. I call it singing. I think everyone else calls it annoying. Actually, my daughter came right up when I called her and told her and I called my sister (she lives one street over) and she went outside to listen.
I love signs of Spring. The mallard family came to visit my front yard today.
My sister is an avid gardener and plants are poking up all over her yard. I need to get one of my so called roommates to do some gardening for me. I want an herb garden and a few flowers, at least window boxes.
Oh, and this is the year of the 17 year cicadas. They are expected to emerge from their underground burrows in 53 days. Click here
for info about this strange phenomena. They stay underground for 17 years eating the roots of trees, then thousands emerge at the same time. They are everywhere. They also have a very loud sound which collectively might even be louder then the peepers.
I remember, especially, when they emerged 34 years ago, the year we moved here. We were driving down Rt 151 and they were hitting the VW bug we had by the hundreds. Talk about bugs. We were in a bug and being attacked by bugs. You had to run the windshield wipers. It was like a locust invasion during Biblical times. My wasband smoked at the time and happened to be wearing pink bell-bottom pants (don’t ask, it was 1973–bell-bottoms were popular) and all of a sudden smoke was coming from the bottom of his pants. He pulled over, jumped out of the car and his pants were on fire. We put out his pants fire and realized the head of his cigarette (we won’t discuss what type of “cigarette” he was smoking) had fallen in the cuff of his pink bell-bottoms. Meanwhile we are getting whacked by cicadas. They are everywhere. The smoke from his pants was helping to keep them away. Once we were sure he wasn’t on fire anymore we jumped back in the car. At this point we were hysterically laughing. The kind of laughing where you can’t breathe and you feel a little out of control.
OMG, You won’t even believe what my wasband did to me at 2:00AM. I will write about it in the morning. I can’t write anymore my mind is boggled.