Last night around 11 p.m. I asked my husband, who had recently climbed in bed, to get out of bed and explore a funny noise with me. Maybe asked isn't the right term. Maybe I urgently whispered from the doorway to please hurry up and come find out what the weird noise is that I just heard. The noise sounded like some kind of animal; it was loud and squeaky and maybe some kind of bird; but what kind of bird so loud at 11 o'clock at night? Could it be a raccoon or possum that would chase my chickens? My husband grabbed his flashlight and started searching.
First, he started where I heard it - the kitchen end of the house. Before opening the kitchen door to the side yard he shone the flashlight through the window. Nothing. Then, since he is so brave, he unlocked the door and went outside! He did a complete circle of the house looking for the origin of the noise and checking on the chicken shed. Nothing.
We chalked it up to a passing owl wondered why our dog didn't bark (maybe my husband started to think I'm just hearing things) and went to bed. Since it was so warm last night (first time in the new house) we had our bedroom window opened to be serenaded by the spring peepers. Well, you guessed it. As soon as we hopped in bed and quieted our last bit of conversation we heard it again. I definitely felt validated since my husband heard it too. This feeling of validation was shortly followed by a crazy thought - maybe the loud, squeaky noise was coming from our kitchen. Maybe the spring peeper that my husband had caught in a jar to save until morning to show the kids what was making the spring-peeper-noises was screaming at the top of its little lungs! Maybe we had walked by the then-silent peeper on our way to search the yard.
Folks, never underestimate the power of a peeper's lungs! My husband quickly released the little fella, and we giggled as we dropped off to sleep. My weird, scary noise was just the reverberations of a captured spring peeper.
Well, until next time.