You would read up until the mosquitos and spiders came at you from that swamp. Then the frogs would start their croaking and splashing. Followed by the chorus of crickets and cicadas. And more likely some dick blue Jay would show up and yell at you for no good fucking reason, with its ugly ass noise it makes, like can you even call that a bird call?
Well, the mosquitos aren’t that big a deal. The fish and the frogs take care of them. I don’t mind the noise of the frogs, crickets, or cicadas. Their sounds are nowhere near as bad as the noise people make.
I already make ponds on the property I have. I just dream of a larger one.
You would read up until the mosquitos and spiders came at you from that swamp. Then the frogs would start their croaking and splashing. Followed by the chorus of crickets and cicadas. And more likely some dick blue Jay would show up and yell at you for no good fucking reason, with its ugly ass noise it makes, like can you even call that a bird call?
Well, the mosquitos aren’t that big a deal. The fish and the frogs take care of them. I don’t mind the noise of the frogs, crickets, or cicadas. Their sounds are nowhere near as bad as the noise people make.
I already make ponds on the property I have. I just dream of a larger one.