Nature is a tricky mistress. Over the last few weeks the nights have been silent, the deep deep silence that even when you listen closely there is nothing to hear (except the fridge). Last night after two hot days the night was alive with sound, about five different types of frogs croaking as well as the calls of hunting owls. Who could know they were all just waiting for a change in conditions. We are fortunate to live near a wetland/swamp that sounds so vital.
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