Pacific tree frogs are frequent visitors to our yard, and it’s apt that they’re also known as “Pacific Chorus frogs”. For about six weeks each year, beginning in early spring, a veritable wall of loud and jubilant frog song arises from our ponds. I love that sound. And considering the fragile state of frogs and other amphibians globally, as their wetland habitats disappear beneath bulldozers, concrete and other human “progress”, I feel tremendously reassured each spring when our night time chorus starts up.
Later, over the summer, the frogs are mostly quiet – their courtship rituals over for another year – but happily, we find the little guys and their progeny all over our garden and yard, on trees and leaves and anywhere a bit of shade can be found. They’re lovely to have around and I hope that the little piece of habitat that we provide will help sustain their population here where we live long into the future.
A related post: the Red-legged frog