Yesterday afternoon was a warm 61 degrees here- perfect wood frog weather. I grabbed my backpack with my camera, water, and notebook and headed out to the frog pond.
I rushed past the cleared parts straight to the pond. Upon arrival, I saw a little movement near the water's edge. As I crept closer, a tadpole (or as I prefer to call them... a polliwog) darted away. (It was probably a bullfrog because it was BIG!) I sat down to wait and watch. Little by little, my ears picked up on a faint clucking sound on the other side of the pond. I know that sound! I tramped through the brush to the other side.
Along the way, more evidence of life continued to present itself:
|That fungi we call turkey mushrooms because they look like turkey tail feathers.|
As I got nearer to the pond's edge, the clicking sounds grew louder. Then, as I emerged on the bank, it stopped. They knew I was there. I watched them scatter toward the area I had just left.
I worked my way over to a tree that had fallen into the water. I walked out onto it and just sat. And sat. And sat. And then they went back to business as usual and revealed themselves.
The Big Day).
You can see it, right? In the top middle? Seriously... a bat at 1:00 in the afternoon-just out getting some lunch!
So, while the lessons I received from nature on Wednesday were subtle, yesterday's was a big exclamation point: nature will continue!
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