Some folks around Central Texas may have noticed a lot of sweet, peppy chirping throughout the nights. Not the droning grind of crickets and cicadas, more like an inconceivably pleasant Mariah Carey swallowed her squeaky chew toy. This relatively new transplant to our area is called the
Rio Grande Chirping Frog or Eleutherodactylus cystignathoides
I find their songs to be pretty soothing at night, which is a bonus because Sparkle Farm is littered with the tiny tenors.