BLOGS/RURALITY

Photo by MEGHAN PIERCE

By Eric Poor

Rurality

April is the month when the amphibians in my area get vocal about how horny they are after a long winter’s nap. It starts with the wood frogs. Not long after snowmelt they make a mass migration to the vernal pools where they were born, looking to hook up with members of the opposite sex. The frog guys get frisky with cries of lust that sound like ducks quacking. The translation is something like: “over here, babe, over here.”

They’re not the only incestuous amphibians at the vernal pool. Several varieties of salamanders are also on the make, marching in on warm rainy evening migrations. This salamander movement draws the attention of certain people drawn to spectacle. They say  they aren’t voyeurs. These folks claim to be salamander helpers (not to be confused with a certain food product). These ‘helpers’ feel the urge to act as salamander crossing guards to assist the amphibians across the street on their way to the vernal pools where the orgies are going on.

The primary mission of salamander helpers is to prevent motor vehicle/salamander mishaps. Please be careful not to run over these salamander helpers out there on the roads in the dark.

 

The best thing about the salamander migrations is that they are silent. Not so when it comes to the peepers. These tiny frogs have powerful voices when it comes to expressing their lust. They cause a wicked racket, which is music to the ears of people coming out of hibernation. The saying in these parts is: “it ain’t spring, til the peepers sing.”

 

 

The best thing about the salamander migrations is that they are silent. Not so when it comes to the peepers. These tiny frogs have powerful voices when it comes to expressing their lust. They cause a wicked racket, which is music to the ears of people coming out of hibernation. The saying in these parts is: “it ain’t spring, til the peepers sing.”

I have to admit – I’m one of those people who will stop on a bridge on a warm wet spring night and listen to those guy peepers trying out their best pick-up lines. From the sound of it there’s a whole lot of getting lucky going on.

With the wood frogs and salamanders the whole thing is over pretty quick – “wham, bam, thank you Ma’am.” This is because those vernal pools are going to dry up in the not too distant future and before that happens those eggs have to hatch and those pollywogs grow legs with which to make their escape.

Peepers, however, aren’t in any rush. They prefer the permanence of wetlands for their frog orgies. That means the peeping can go on and on for weeks …

on and on …