Ahhhh Spring! The thought of spring conjures up many sights, smells and sounds. After a long, hard winter, that red, red robin is a sight for frozen eyes to many and a sign of things to come for all.

Wilson Kerr lives in Concord and is an avid outdoorsman and amateur naturalist. This column is designed to help grow awareness of the wonders of nature. In this increasingly fast-paced and ...

Among the many sounds of spring are the chorus frogs – the “spring peepers”. In the evening…I sometimes walk out to the end of the driveway to check out the moon, the stars and listen to the sounds of ...

The northern leopard frog is often discussed as the earliest frog sound you’ll hear when the temperatures begin to rise. The more frog calls you hear, the better the ecosystem. Many frog calls begin ...

YORK COUNTY, Pa. (WHTM) — Turn up the volume-this one’s all about the sound. We were able to get some pretty good audio of spring peepers one night when they weren’t being drowned out by the roar of ...

It’s an unmistakable sound. One that elicits memories, sights and scents of events long ago. It recalls the joy of youth, the possibility of a spring evening. But it can also incite insomnia and the ...

But I shall not fret over meteorological what-ifs right now because my ears are full of spring peeper music. It wafts from the pond and damp pasture at Dennis Smelcer’s place, just down the hill from ...

Peeper seekers, Gianna George, Mt. Airy, takes a photo of her children, Alaina, 3 and Grady, 5 prior to the search. Nearly 30 people gathered with buckets, nets and flashlights at East West Park in Mt ...

With a body the color of dead leaves and a black “mask” extending behind the eyes, the wood frog is unmistakable if you can actually find one. Credit: PHOTO BY BILL DANIELSON During a recent lecture ...

SAGAMORE HILLS -- Especially after a long, hard winter, the song of a male spring peeper is a glorious sound. The tiny tree frog expands his throat, until it looks like someone blowing bubble gum. And ...

Standing waist-deep in a vernal pool at midnight, I don’t know which is colder, the 40-degree late March air, or the frigid water. My rubber chest waders keep me dry, but don’t provide much protection ...

The Peeper: easy to hear, harder to spot. It’s an unmistakable sound. One that elicits memories, sights and scents of events long ago. It recalls the joy of youth, the possibility of a spring evening.