My oldest daughter and I love to hike in the woods or by any kind of body of water. Today, we come across a little pond in the woods. We hear the strangest sounds–like a low musical note–over and over again. What could it be?
We realize as we gaze across the pond that it’s the frogs talking.
We follow the sound of the symphony and come upon this: We see logs filled with frogs as they sun themselves. We see shiny green heads and bright eyes emerging from the mud. We see them on the banks and in the water. We stand for a few minutes and watch and listen in wonder at the conversation of frogs.
