whip,
supposed to rain saturday night.no frog in their right mind would be out in the rain....would they?
Alfie
supposed to rain saturday night.no frog in their right mind would be out in the rain....would they?
Alfie
whip,
supposed to rain saturday night.no frog in their right mind would be out in the rain....would they?
Alfie
alfie ... You maroon.
That has to be the silliest thing i've ever seen posted on the forum! Have you not heard of a frog umbrella?
http://blogmais.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/frog-umbrella.jpg
whip
Alfie ... you maroon.
That has to be the silliest thing I've ever seen posted on the forum! Have you not heard of a frog umbrella?
http://blogmais.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/frog-umbrella.jpg
Whip
Alfie ... you maroon.
That has to be the silliest thing I've ever seen posted on the forum! Have you not heard of a frog umbrella?
http://blogmais.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/frog-umbrella.jpg
Whip
I would consider myself a big fan of the whonkers as well...and there is no bigger fan the Bobbleton.
Al & Bill- have you had any luck @ ACE pit this year?..I went out saturday but got lost going to the spot. Also this may interest the both of you supposedly @Belleplain they sprayed some stuff that accidentally wiped out the wonkers, I don't buy it....have you guys heard any there or further south?
I've read opinions stating our wonkers might be America's most beautiful frog. I don't hesitate to remove the "might" and replace it with an "is"; both visually and audibly.
I spent most of my Memorial Day night (late) on Quaker Bridge Road, leaning against a pine tree (there are quite a few of these thereabouts, of the pitch variety, begging for an opportunity to be leaned upon), reading an article about disappearing frogs and the like while listening to frogs and the like (a pure coincidence; the story by Elizabeth Kolbert is in the current issue of The New Yorker).
Funny (or maybe not so), I've confessed to friends of an annual worry of mine -- that being when I head back out to re-welcome the amphibians every spring I'm instead greeted by silence.
Called Alfie twice this night (the second found him tucked away and sounding only slightly irritated), reporting hearing frogs (one a bullfrog, the other gray tree frogs) along QBR, or in all of Wharton for that, I'd never heard there before. My tally totaled only one of the former making any noise; I wished for a bullgal to respond by bullhopping over to the crooner, whose serenading efforts, to be honest, didn't seem full of hope. Further east is where I heard the grays (as well as a not-so-rare-but-still-incredible pine barren tree frog ensemble, which incorporated the occasional leopard, a persistent whippoorwill, and several gosh-darned aircraft), which is where I set up shop for most of the night, reading about extinctions, and wondering if what my recorder was doing... there ... see it flashing? ... across the street and down in yonder bog ... was making history of something that might not be around very long.
Once i found out it was you i became less irritated and slightly amused at your one grey treefrog.you shoulda brought him to my house ,we have half a dozen across the street but sadly no wonkers in the neighborhood. I was just starting to WONK myself when you called,shoulda had the recorder here,wouda made history with that recording for sure.
Pardon my enthusiasm, but after having spent the past few years wandering Wharton having never heard a northern gray and then to suddenly have one croon right next to my ear, my instinct was, "I gotta call Alfie!"
Hmmm ... If I had known that Mrs. Alfie was in the process of responding to your WONK! (why do mine always go ignored, I wonder), I would have kept you on the phone longer. Manumuskin amplexus!
I spent most of my Memorial Day night (late) on Quaker Bridge Road, leaning against a pine tree (there are quite a few of these thereabouts, of the pitch variety, begging for an opportunity to be leaned upon)
. . .and wondering if was making history of something that might not be around very long.