The crickets are singing. A mower hums in the distance. Over 20 different birds sing their evening songs. Evening Songs are special. Songs of joy and peace at the end of the day. Songs of hope for tomorrow. Songs coming from minds and hearts, throats and chests we think little of in our quest for perfection. The Bullfrog Quartet appreciates the melodious songs of the diverse bird family. The singers are from across the country and the world, singing around Brooks Pond. They think not of the artificial borders of humans.
Theirs is the joy of living. They want to tell all who will listen about the ecstasy!

We are singers singing the songs of our lives. From Blow The Man Down to Brother Can You Spare a Dime. We want to be heard in the vast void. For a moment we were here. We lived and loved. We laughed and cried. We lived and died. As the old song says, we were looking for a city where we would never die. We looked for a city where we would never have to say goodbye.

The Bullfrogs are preparing for their performance. Their hearts are full of joy for the Earth as they see it from their vantage point. The sun is setting, and the animal kingdom is fine with that. Soon it will be time to put the kids to bed. Perhaps some hot chocolate and a leftover scone from morning. Mrs. Beaver has a new book, ‘Humans and How to Understand Them.’ Mr. Beaver is drawing up additional plans for the Dam of 2026. The trees have peculiar shadows. Red and gold among the green.