The pond is frozen over completely, now. Copper beeches offer the sounds of gentle percussive brushes, responding to the slightest kiss of the wind, shurring softly, nudging one another into song. I love the beech tree! In spring the leaves are chartreuse. In fall, their muted colors linger amidst more colorful species, as they offer beechnuts to squirrels and birds; but winter is when they really shine! Indeed they are copper-colored, and winter has long since fled when I notice the leaves are no longer on the limbs. They seem to take only a short rest before opening their brilliant green leaves in the spring.
And the frogs and tadpoles and minnows are buried deep beneath the ice, awaiting the thaw. If one were to put a microphone beneath the surface of the ice, the "conversations" of the creatures living there could be heard. Yes, that's right! Scientists are discovering that many animals we have considered "mute" instead have languages beyond our capacity to hear without electronic assistance. All manner of insects and small animals carry on exchanges of information, even between species. I gleaned this little tidbit from a program on elephants the other night and found it amazing! Still another dimension to be explored!