Showing posts with label frogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label frogs. Show all posts
Between Pregnant Puddles and Abandon
Labels:
abandoned church,
barn,
butterlies,
crows,
fototudes,
fritillary,
frogs,
green frog,
hike,
naquillity
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Friday our bodies are spiced with sweat, debris and mud from a two mile hike and a hot, tempered sun. We hear the sound of our feet squelching mud as frogs jump across our paths. Somewhere between pregnant puddles and abandon we stand as giant sentries before a green frog and watch fritillary butterflies fluttering from one clover to the next.
Lane's end reveals an abandoned barn slightly askew on the land's shoulders. Inside its belly the growling has subsided. No farmer to tend it's needs.
We continue to splinter ourselves along an upright path to an abandoned church where we hear crows squawking. Their argument is taking residence to our right. Once we reach the clearing that allows us to see them they fly away. We can hear them in the distance, voices still echoing their disagreement.
Along the mountaintop we hear rain. The sound grows louder but, no drops touch our skin. Instead, the sun is holding us in its bondage. Overhead we see it was the power lines and finish our hike uphill at the churches front door.
Nature Preserve
Labels:
bat,
chinese,
deer,
fototudes,
frogs,
naquillity,
nature preserve,
vultures
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After eating Chinese Saturday evening the family and I went to a local nature preserve. Turkey vultures circling above the mountains and deer grazing in a small clearing were but two living creatures we'd seen before entering the preserve. The sun was shining and the breeze waxed gentle across our skin.
Our daughter took down a footpath with her bike beneath her while my husband and I went down another path to a small pond filled with frogs. There was a distinct comfort surrounding each of us as we parted. My husband went in search of archaeological finds as I snapped pictures of unsuspecting frogs.
Before evening closed its eyes on the last bits of daylight I was able to film two frogs mating and another sounding its chorus (check video in sidebar for the latter). Evening's eyelids are heavier now as we walk back along the earlier path. It's there our daughter sees her first bat flying in open sky.
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