Yesterday afternoon, as the sun began to set and the light was becoming softer, Bruce set off in our small rubber raft to try to get some photos of the island frogs. He first saw them a few weeks ago while mooring the new duck raft off the little island on our pond. These frogs, he said, were legion and they were huge. He was eager to prove his claim.
This turned into a rather soggy adventure, as the raft is stored in the barn and the mice had been hard at work gnawing tiny holes in it. {I raise the question: Why would any but the most starving mouse wish to nibble on rubber?} Bruce was undeterred, and he and Murphy bravely set off. Rather than risk his expensive camera in the water, I let him take my own much cheaper one, which he sealed in a zip-lock bag, just in case.
Murphy loves the water and is very much into adventures, the soggier the better.
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| Closer.... |
Most of the frogs plopped into the water and hid among the willow roots as Murphy and Bruce splashed over But two of them held their ground and glared at the intruders without budging an inch.
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| Closer.... |
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| Wowzer!!! Now, THAT'S a frog! |
While Bruce and Murphy went in search of the mythical island frogs, I stayed back on land to pull the tarweed that was growing in the path down to the pond.
Hah! I just noticed that, crouching like this and dressed in green, I look a bit like a rather large frog myself!
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