Frogs on a log

While visiting the Reelfoot National Wildlife Refuge, I was able to spot a couple of  frogs — a Green Frog and a Gray Treefrog.  They were both sitting on logs, soaking up some sun.

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Well,
if I were a belly-floppin’ frog
I’d sit in the sun on a little old log,

and I’d doze
doze
doze…

with my eyes closed
closed
closed…

if I were a belly-floppin’ frog      

Ribbit!
~Unknown

Soaking in the pool

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We have had very little rain here during the month of September, so most of the puddles and creeks are drying up.  Desiring to find a nice wet place, this toad decided to take a swim in the kiddie pool in our back yard.   My presence didn’t seem to faze it in the least as it soaked in the water and enjoyed the afternoon sun.

“It’s easy to let days fly by without taking notice to the world around you. Life is beautiful. Soak it in, think about it and be grateful.”  ~Unknown

Sing

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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

Sneaking up on a frog

Usually I hear a loud “yelp” and a “plop”, followed by the sight of water rings left by the blur of a leaping frog.  I seldom actually get a good glimpse of the frog sitting along a ditch or have time to take photos before the inevitable aforesaid scene.  But lately, it seems like my stealth-like powers may be improving.  🙂

“So the trick it seems, if you want to sneak up on frogs, is to walk softly and act as little like a giant as possible.”  ~Tom Pelletier

Big old bullfrog

... When the marshy meadows glimmer
With a misty, purple shimmer,
And the twilight flush is changing into shade;
When the firefly lamps are burning
And the dusk to dark is turning,--
Then the bullfrogs chant their evening serenade ...
~Joseph Crosby Lincoln