I spent a few hours today wandering through the forest at a snail's pace. I looked through the mosses, peered into wood pecker holes, turned over a few leaves and stumps to see what lay beneath. As I lifted a rotting mushroom to see how it was changing now that it stopped growing and had given up its spores, I spotted this little spring peeper clinging to the underside. They are a common find here in the North Country, but it was especially neat to watch this peeper for a long time, observing its breathing and wondering where it might be going next.