The heat we had not only kept us inside in the AC but it silenced my frogs.  Yesterday we had cooler weather and singing frogs.

     The Curmudgeon remarked that we have at least one very loud frog out in the pond.  He hadn’t heard them yet so the volume of the frog’s song startled him.  (Wish I’d seen that.)

     While I was out making an inroad into the overgrowth of weeds around the pond, one frog decided to serenade me.  Later another one sang me his song.  Both voices are distinctly different.