Several of our neighbors have caught sight of a good sized male alligator sunning himself on the grassy bank near our home. Others have heard his mating call.
I thought I had, as well, but when I imitated the call for Studly Doright he told me I’d heard a bullfrog. I hope never to meet that particular bullfrog if it makes the sound I heard:
In Africa there is a species of giant bullfrogs, with a face only a mother could love.
The neighbors are of two minds as to how to deal with gators on our little lake. Some want them relocated while others say let them be. I tend to side with the second camp.