Thanks for the compliments, Folks.
I returned, solo, to the scene of the weekend's photo/recording session ... mainly to apologize to the bullfrog for making him pose the other night. As you can see, he looked much more thrilled about being photographed tonight.
The trip back to Belleplain was timed after all the heavy rain yesterday and evening, and I rightly figured that the bogs would be full of frog crooning. Love songs, ballads, all that. How neat ... I heard two pine barren tree frogs in one very vernal pond; this is a first for me in Belleplain. I've never heard any that far south, and I captured a field recording (before my recorder died; hopefully not for good) of the pbtfs with a fine assortment of peepers, Fowler's and, frogs I've never heard in the same waters as pbtfs, northern gray tree frogs.
After my recorder went on the blink, I focused on taking some photos. Here are three more peepers and a mostly submerged Fowler's toad is on the bottom.
Barren nights rock.
Thanks for looking again,