I've left the green frog behind. He's burrowed deep into the mud or hidden among a cloister of cattails. The cattails have burst from their corndog sheath looking like cotton candy on a stick. I won't disturb them so another momma red winged blackbird can line her nest with their downy. When I look up I notice I've missed the baby red winged blackbird's first flight. He or she is residing now on crossed cattails at the pond's forefront. It's there I stand, inches away, tucking this tiny, hollow boned creature into my memory.
Here's a link to wikipedia on typha (cattails) I thought was interesting... did you know they were edible?