Going wheeeee

A March wind
A hare boxing
Magpie gossiping
Aeroplaning round in circles going
Wheeeeeeeeee
wind.

Doesn't it sometimes seem a waste of time to be articulate? One of the sounds I wish I could make but can't is a soprano ululation (lovely word) and I'm too timid to practise. Next time I'm on the moors maybe. 'Coo up' is the closest I come to it. And Angel comes running - down the near vertical 30foot slope she'd chased a Jack Russell up this morning.

We were in Miggy woods and the pond in the park was seething with frogs.

And they do make a noise (I thought it was just foreign frogs that did), though I don't think it's 'rivet' I don't think it's 'meep' either, it's more 'merp' with a sore throat, some alto, some tenor. There were blackish/brownish, yellowish and greenish with black markings, at it like the clappers in the shallows round the reed stalks and spawning like froth. Further round they were walking along the bottom - does that mean toads or just too knackered to swim?