Across the street from our house is a seasonal wetland that comes alive after a few days of rain. The chorus of frogs would start once it was wet and they filled the night with their calls. Not any more. Between the drought, the sheep and the Roundup, the frogs are no more. One neighbor put sheep in her pasture and they eliminated whatever plants were associated with this vernal pool. The other neighbor hired some help and they sprayed their area with Roundup, killing everything native to the area. Both of these things along with the drought killed every last frog across road and who knows what else that lived with them in that area. It's a Sign.
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