Ahhhh Spring! The thought of spring conjures up many sights, smells and sounds. After a long, hard winter, that red, red robin is a sight for frozen eyes to many and a sign of things to come for all.

YORK COUNTY, Pa. (WHTM) — Turn up the volume-this one’s all about the sound. We were able to get some pretty good audio of spring peepers one night when they weren’t being drowned out by the roar of ...

Wilson Kerr lives in Concord and is an avid outdoorsman and amateur naturalist. This column is designed to help grow awareness of the wonders of nature. In this increasingly fast-paced and ...

STATEN ISLAND, N.Y. - ALL SHORES - A robin or a phoebe. Crocuses or daffodils. The first sneeze. The harbingers of spring are varied and personal. For those who listen closely, it is a sound that ...

Bird sounds are among the best-known harbingers of spring in the wildlife world. However, in early spring, a small frog begins spreading the message of seasonal change at a time many birds are still ...

A tiny peeper, aka pseudacris crucifer, makes a huge noise. This episode was first heard in March 2018 and was produced by Andrew Parrella. It’s an unmistakable sound; one that elicits memories, ...

Claim to fame: The northern spring peeper is one of the Ozarks’ well-known signs of spring because it is this region’s earliest-calling frog of spring. Although some Ozarkers have never seen a spring ...

Latham Life One of my favorite sounds of spring is the evening chorus that rises from wetlands after the first warm rains. The Spring Peeper, a type of small Tree Frog, seems to signal that winter is ...

Thursday night when I came home from work was the first time this spring that I have heard the “spring peepers”. Many nights when I get home from work…I walk out to the end of the driveway to check ...

The spring peeper, Pseudacris crucifer, is a tiny chorus frog with a big voice. (Harvey Bird) Many people have heard spring peepers as they drive by wetlands in the early spring, but most people have ...

We were all startled in the midst of a delightful night of sleep by my son, Jamie, who was sitting straight up in his sleeping bag screaming at the top of lungs, “Be quiet.” I immediately settled back ...