The sound outside my window is absolutely absurd, almost comical. A lovely group of frogs ribbit-ing and croaking their little hearts out. When I say a group, I mean at least 5 different frogs, maybe more. I can tell because each one sounds different, and they answer each other repeatedly. rrrribit- croak brrrrb, rrribit-croak brrrrb...repeat. Then a new pattern starts. My husband built a pond outside my window. Every so often a new gang of frogs moves in and lets us know they've arrived. Their calls could easily drive me bonkers. But, strangely, it's kind of nice. Loud and ridiculous, but nice. How I wish you could hear what I hear.