on the lone peeper.

Lately every night when I head upstairs for bed I lay for a few minutes and listen to our lone peeper. 

Spring Peepers are a frog here in the northern reaches of this country that 'peep' at night to attract a woman frog to do adult things with and make a million little peeping babies. It literally sounds like a bird. Its so high pitched and sweet and we have ONE. And he literally makes his peep all night. 

These frogs are pretty amazing. You can hear their call up to two miles away. They can survive subzero temperatures in early Spring. They hide all day under logs and shit sleeping until they are hungry for insects and sex so they emerge from the log and away we go.

We have one single peeper here at the farm. Usually, they are in groups of hundreds, or at least a couple dozen. Not our guy. He stands alone out there. And its oddly relaxing to me. From everything I've read- he will keep peeping as long as he wants to mate, doesn't matter how many lady frogs come by for a visit, he'll just mate, and then start peeping again. I could make a lot of inappropriate jokes here but I'm gonna let you fill them in on your own time. 

Now I'm not one to judge another's story- but I often wonder why this guy is out there alone. Peeping to the beat of his own drum. Its like he looked at his frog posse of bros and was like 'screw this- y'all are bringing me down with you- i'm out to peep in my own land" and he just hopped away to a small old 10 acre farm on a country road in Petoskey Michigan.  Most often peepers stay in these huge groups and sort of take over a swamp or pond, there can be thousands of them, and (surprise surprise) all the men try and peep louder than the guy next to them. (again, fill in your own jokes here.) 

 And now he's out there. Every. Freaking. Night. Chirping away like a little bird. But he's a frog. And his neck blows up into a huge balloon which is what makes the noise and it impresses all the lady frogs. -_-  Regardless, I'm just fascinated by him. 

It's become a part of my day. To lay in bed, and listen to the Spring chorus that is unfolding here in Northern Michigan. I listen to bugs fly into the dining room window most of the day (my office) and a sex crazed frog call out to women all night. A glamorous life indeed. 

Peep to the beat of your own drum. You do NOT need to follow the crowd or live in the swamp with all the other humans you're here with. Find your own water hole and make it your own.

xo

K