Lonely Hearts?
The other night we ate supper in our screen porch. There was a cacophony of insect sounds, primarily katydids and crickets. But resonating above the rest was a lone—or possibly lonely—nasal cry of “w-a-a-a-a-a-h”—a Fowler’s toad. Most of these toads would have mated in April, May, or June but there are always a few lonely […]












