I was walking the path through the woods off of Ship Road near our house today and I could hear the wood frogs calling. They have a cackling sound – sort of like chickens in the yard. I slowly made my way through the thick brush to a vernal pool where there must have been at least 100 frogs all doing their wonderful mating dance. They stopped cackling when they sensed I was there. I circled the pool to get in the right light and settled down along the pool. Nobody said a word. No sound at all. So I decided to play the sound of wood frogs on my cell phone. It took a few minutes but the frogs listened and got comfortable and before I knew it, they were all cackling away again. The boys blowing up their air sacks and chasing the girls around the pool. Here is a beautiful male floating on the pool – in the first photo he has not blown up his air sacks. In the second one – he’s blown up.
