Here in the burbs just north of Philadelphia, there used to be a lot of frogs--bull frogs, leopard frogs, spring peepers--and also toads of assorted sizes. Just down the road from me there is a small pocket park with a vernal pond/swamp in one corner. When we moved here in 1997, I walked by in early spring and it was so full of spring peepers, those little inch-long tree frogs that make a single loud peep over and over in search of a mate, that you could hardly distinguish one from the next.
A year later, I went back and just heard sporadic peeps.
In years since, there have been no sounds from that location. The peepers are gone.
can't eat money adds: It's also songbirds. This is the first truly silent spring in Astoria. Hell, there aren't even many starlings left.