Judy Cook, Folksinger

Nogies Creek

As Sung By Judy Cook

My name is Edwin Crossman, and I'm an ecologist.
I'm studying the bull frog now; I also study fish.
My group works down at Nogie's Creek in east Ontario.
We make extensive measurements to see the species grow.
We measure tadpoles, note their weight, and estimate their age
We want to know how many pass through each important stage
But there are few statistics in these facts which I now speak;
What happened on the booming ground last year at Nogies Creek.

Tell me, why does the bull-frog begin to go courting?
Is it something in the water? Is it something in the sky?
Is it daylight getting longer? River current growing stronger?
Do not ask me: I'm the expert, but I cannot tell you why.

Some things we learn by measurement; some things we learn by chance.
We've learned that water lily pads are not their favourite plants.
The bullfrog is too heavy for a perch upon their leaf:
He'd rather something bushier that's stronger down beneath.
He'll set his feet upon the stems as wind and wave go by
To catch the food that comes to him, the beetle and the fly.
And when the heat of summer comes, each cottage owner wants
His fifty feet of waterfront kept free of tangled plants.

Tell me, why does the bull-frog begin to go courting?
Is it something in the water? Is it something in the sky?
Is it daylight getting longer? River current growing stronger?
Do not ask me: I'm the expert, but I cannot tell you why.

Each spring throughout the province in the rivers and the ponds,
Each male cries his greeting out; each female responds.
To us it is a message that the springtime does arrive,
For them it has the meaning that the species will survive.
At Nogies creek we see them meet in shallows by the shore.
They gather by the hundreds now; there once were many more.
We've named their place of gathering; it's nothing too profound.
It's taken from the sound they make and called the "booming ground.


Tell me, why does the bull-frog begin to go courting?
Is it something in the water? Is it something in the sky?
Is it daylight getting longer? River current growing stronger?
Do not ask me: I'm the expert, but I cannot tell you why.

Last spring we went to Nogies creek in time to see the mate.
The sound of males booming let us know we weren't too late.
We set out with our dip nets and our cameras and our pails,
To take our yearly census, and discovered only males.
We spent some days in listening: the sound brought no delight,
To hear that male chorus crying out into the night.
And when their time had ended, and the earth had lost their sound,
We saw the females swimming out to fill the booming ground.

Tell me, why does the bull-frog begin to go courting?
Is it something in the water? Is it something in the sky?
Is it daylight getting longer? River current growing stronger?
Do not ask me: I'm the expert, but I cannot tell you why.

What caused this lack of synchrony? Which sex is wrong, which right?
Do males follow temperature? Do females follow light?
Is this some fault in nature's plan? Unlikely that does seem.
Is this a batch of chemicals that someone dumped upstream?
A scientist knows causes and effects recur again:
Those things that happen once we find much harder to explain.
It may not be good science, but I've not the heart to seek
Another instance of last year's events at Nogies Creek.

Tell me, why does the bull-frog begin to go courting?
Is it something in the water? Is it something in the sky?
Is it daylight getting longer? River current growing stronger?
Do not ask me: I'm the expert, but I cannot tell you why.