The most recent Froggie Expedition Evening (FREE) was a rather laid back affair taking place at the still-flooded gravel pit in Belleplain.
Anyone awaiting maximum frog choral diversity, we learned, must be patient. It was pretty much a one-frog-species show again last night (albeit impressive). I have a few unscientific theories as to why this is so. 1). It's been rather cool this spring and several species might in fact be chillin' and waiting for a significant warm spell before getting down to business, or 2). There are just so many screaming peepers out this spring and the other guys simply choose not to compete with the racket
)), or 3). Whip is just impatient; it's not quite time yet.
I have heard the occasional Fowler's at the pit recently, plus several chorus frogs, and northern grays. None last night, though, throughout the chilly, windy evening. Spadefoot toads were only heard when flooding conditions were extreme.
Evening highlights ... solitiude on an island of sorts getting a 360 version of peeper heaven. More peep-pitch variety was heard last night than ever before. Smart guys, we figured, trying to isolate themselves from the insane masses.
... two bullfrogs (double the amount heard on the previous visit). Nice to hear some competition betwixt the big fellows going on.
... scores (and I mean SCORES) of tadpoles were swimming about in one pool. A call to an area tadpole expert (Alfie) revealed the tailed swimmers to be of the Fowler's toad variety.
Frog out.