a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label leopard frog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leopard frog. Show all posts

Monday, June 27, 2016

Enter Their Realm

and you pay an admission price
Where there are ants
there are ant eaters
many ant eaters
When I finished clearing what I thought needed clearing I built a sanctuary in the same area with all their occupation requirements. Bon appetit, my precious bug eaters.

Wednesday, June 22, 2016

Damsel Fly

My favorite out of focus picture for the week. 
I would like to paint this on canvas. 
Must be their happy season
 They are plentiful
 and very busy.
Damsel fly then they fall
Maybe this Leopard Frog has a taste for Flied Meat!

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Monday, December 28, 2015

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Leopard Frog In Seven Lines

Trying Kelly's challenge of the seven line stanza
with syllable count
Please keep in mind I have to practice to improve.
Thanks.
Leopard frog is amphibious 
His spots and stripes help him hide
lives outside
In spring he likes to sing
calling for his bride
his natural coloring
postpones his dying

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

The Keeper of History

I thought of Dad today
As I cleaned away
In a shop of memories
Of him and for me
World War II bag and cans
Handleless hammers and axes
Still waiting for him to repair
And parts of his dad were also there
Fishing nets and cotton scales
cans of oil and cow bells
I hang them high for all to see
I am the keeper of history.
While I clean I must not forget
to respect the nature that has claimed this for a nest.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Mass Organization Against Insurmountable Odds

My day began simply enough, helping Hubby hunt for another lost tool.  He has hot pink paint and will paint this the same color as his tongs if we ever find it.  I suspect after he sharpened his blades he drove away to Bush Hog with tools on the deck and they are some where on this farm. I looked in a garden cart sorting tools from trash...Hubby is infamous for tossing with talent.
The wagon was full of ants and eggs.  They did not like me disturbing their nests and were frantically hauling eggs to their imagined safety.  I had to find a new job until they settled down.
I stupidly picked this one to help Hubby get organized.
So I began...one square foot at a time.
First job was to empty the left corner, 
move an oil barrel and find what Dad had stored inside.
I dredged with a stick and hung oily items to drain into the barrel.  We had steel traps, log chains, and truck chains.  I still have something I can't quite remove.  It will be a hard earned surprise.
Remind me that I said Dirty hands are happy hands.
This was totally disgusting.
The barrel is probably more valuable than the items I rescued.
I had company.
Four square feet of stuff sorted
and many, many feet to go.
I know I will regret saying this but
Dirty feet are Happy feet.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

It Was A Three Frog Day

Yep, that's a frog...a bull frog hiding from the heat of the day.
 Bothered Hubby while he was playing mechanic.
to hold my other Bull frog for a better picture.
This is the largest Leopard Frog I've ever seen.

Then
in 
the 
pile 
of 
posts 
was 
moving
met
frog
eater
It was an exciting day in my yard.
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