Croak Symphony

As the weather took a turn for the better, the mild temperatures brought about changes in nature we typically associate with April. So, the early morning symphony of birds and the sweet scent of flowers in the air, as cliché as it might sound, became just ordinary. This idyllic scene was enhanced by the late-night concert of amphibians in the nearby pond as they emerged from their winter hideouts and began their mating serenades. Now, while it might just be my own erroneous assumption, it's possible that their over-enthusiastic croaking is more about frustration at being woken up so unexpectedly early by nature. If that's indeed the case, I can't really blame them. If I were a toad whose internal clock was out of sync, I would probably react the same way. I would perch on a large leaf wearing an expression of disbelief and resentment on my irritated face and let out painfully loud croaks like those of a steam engine. I never knew I could empathise with frogs!