Sing

upland chorus frog upland chorus frog

This tiny frog was sitting on a blade of grass in our backyard.  I believe it is an Upland Chorus Frog.  Tennessee’s Watchable Wildlife describes it’s call as “short, raspy and rises in pitch; sounds like someone dragging their thumbnail over the teeth of a comb.”  Not a terribly flattering description of this little frog’s singing voice, but I sure do enjoy sitting on the screen porch at night and listening to its chorus.

“Every life composes a song of its own.”  ~Jeff Veach

Waiting to be fed

A mother cardinal built her nest right up against one of the windows of our back porch.  One morning, I was able to get a few pictures of the hungry baby birds waiting for the Mom to return with breakfast.  The quality of the last picture isn’t good, but I really like the expression on the baby bird’s faces as they wait for her to return (and keep an eye on me).

“I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning.”  ~J. B. Priestley