Most years as St. Patrick’s Day approaches, I start to listen for the wood frog’s song. There is a swamp and a pond near Schoolmates. These are favorite breeding spots for wood frogs. I love it when the frogs arrive! Their familiar call is an early sign of spring, and sharing the frogs with my kids and the Explorers is the best!
At the end of February, I took a hike in Canfield Woods, a local nature preserve in Deep River and Essex, Connecticut. At the top of the hill, where all the trails meet, there is a vernal pool. (Read Barking Frog Farm’s post on Vernal Pools.) As I approached this trail head, called The Gap, I heard the quacky call of the wood frogs. They were early, but I was not surprised. The weather in Connecticut has been unseasonably mild. I walked to the edge of the pool and looked for the frogs. The frogs often float on tops of the water. I could see a dozen. So much fun!
When I got back to my car at the end of the hike, I texted Lori and Kelly, fellow teachers at Schoolmates, that the wood frogs were out at Canfield Woods. Lori texted back that Rowan, an Explorer, and his dad had delivered two woods frogs to school that afternoon.
The next day, the frogs were given a place of honor on the art table in our classroom. The Explorers watched them and drew pictures of them.
Each year, during woods frog season, I learn something new about this enchanting frog. This year I learned that the wood frog is the only frog species that lives north of the Arctic Circle. I also learned more about
its mating process. The male frog wraps his front legs around the chest of the female and waits for her to lay her eggs. As she lays them, he deposits his sperm on them.
The best wood frog fact, in my opinion, is that in the winter their bodies freeze. As much as 65% of the water in a wood frog’s body turns to ice. Its heart stops beating, and it stops breathing. When spring arrives, the wood frog thaws out and hops away.