Science Musings Discussion
The peepers song, my background music on Tuesday's afternoon jog, served as a reminder of nature's vitality. Even in the urban world where I now reside, life springs forward. Through the winter's wind and snow, beneath the layers of frost and ice, and between the cracks in the concrete slab, hearts beat, blood delivers oxygen, and cells continue to thrive. And so the seamstresses of life perpetuate, the endless needles weaving their intricate protein chains. The question now becomes one of motivation. Where does the drive that keeps the the machinery running originate? Even in peepers, a vulnerable ectotherm, the push to see the next thaw prevails over the temptation to succumb. 80 degrees? I'd be singing too.
Chet, thank you for mentioning Tracy Kidder's book, Mountains Beyond Mountains in your blog, Words and Actions. I just finished reading it and found it to be a very powerful story. I highly recommend it to all.
Through the powers of sexual selection the younger generation(s) of spring peepers may be mirroring many young human female's preference for loud rock music from swaggering rockers in the great ebullent cacophony of life.
No spring peepers up here in Vancouver but lots of birds making their sweet racket heralding spring in full bloom.
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