I practically skidded to a stop when I heard them last night, because I’m the type of guy who while biking home in the darkness of Ballona Creek will do that kind of thing in order to listen to and appreciate the music of  the night as sung by some unseen frogs somewhere nearby.

They’re very early this year. Normally they don’t sound off until deep into spring. Perhaps they were drawn out so soon by the unseasonably rich weather of the last three days? Whatever the reason it was my treat to hear them and now yours, too.