Something magical happens when the sun sets in Bermuda. The whistling [tree] frogs come out to sing and serenade the islanders to sleep. The tiny tree frogs, which are the size of your thumbnail, disappear when the weather turns cool, but the musical lullaby is back now that the weather is warm again.
I took this video from our back patio last night -- take a listen ...
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