Twilight song of Spring Peepers near a Carolinian Forest


As the sun sets over the low hills, birds warble and settle for the night. In voices which span millenia, Spring Peepers wriggle their tiny wet bodies to the edge of vernal pools and creeks to begin their songs of love. These they can keep up for hours, so cuddle down into a comfy place and let yourself be mesmerised by the quiet evening of a creek rilling past a small Carolinian forest.


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