Spring peeper fall migration

The post-World-Series end-of-the-season hang-over was mercifully short-lived—coffee and a good night's sleep work miracles—and even though the weather remained murky, I had definitely perked up. It was surprisingly warm and rainy, and I discovered that I wasn't the only species with energy. The rise in temperature to the 60s and the precipitation brought out a small army of Spring Peepers, who hopped in front of me as I walked through the woods. Instead of fleeing to safety under the leaf litter, one decided to climb up a plant stem and watch my passage. The tree frog, soon to vanish underground for the winter, didn't mind as I photographed it from various angles. If the amphibian was lucky, perhaps a bug would pass by its vantage point and be turned into breakfast: a little more fat in the reserve tank with which to survive the lean times to come.