Any kid growing up in the woods of eastern and northern Maine, come spring, has kicked over a decaying stump or rolled a rotting log looking for a spotted salamander in Grandma’s woodlot. He has had an introductory music lesson from the cacophony of wood frogs that trill… Read More
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