A reader named Brian wrote me a lovely paean to spring peepers (Pseudacris crucifer), those wonderful, life-affirming harbingers of spring. He told me how distressed he was to discover, upon visiting his favorite peeper territory off Wollaston Road, some trees marked with X's. He feared that a housing development was coming that would eliminate their habitat.
His second email was more upbeat, though: "Oh good news. Although the lumber in the area is being harvested, there is no development going in. So with hope the area will still support the peepers for our future generations. And song-filled springs."
He's right about the full-throated Wollaston Road peepers: I heard them tonight as I was driving by there at sundown, even with the Doors' "Roadhouse Blues" playing at the only appropriate volume.
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