Scrambling up a steep bank this evening – all David Attenborough-like – we captured the bonkers sound of frogs. Not ducks being strangled but, presumably, the mating call of the plump little things that use a nearby alberca (water tank) as a place to hang out.
An alberca up the lane recently had a whole choir of them but, overnight, like a radio suddenly being switched off, they were gone – snakes perhaps. It’s not easy being green.
We should add some rocks or a diving board to the alberca and turn it into an amphibian Acapulco.
Here they are, trying their best to impress with the faint background trill of nature’s all-day disco, the Cicada.
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On tonight’s discussion panel we have…a right bleedin’ racket
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Here at the top of the pueblo in Jimena we can hear them all the way down at the river when the breeze blows the right way!
Posted by Wendy Kate | May 7, 2014, 7:57 amIt’s amazing such a small thing can make the noise it does.
Posted by con jamón spain | May 7, 2014, 12:19 pmCute. But are you sure it’s not your cats? Their voices go all croaky if you don’t feed them properly!!
Posted by sew2pro | May 7, 2014, 12:52 amHope it’s not! – their noises range from purring, the usual ‘give me food’ request to aggressive hissing…
Posted by con jamón spain | May 7, 2014, 8:01 pmDo your cats bring them in? As… erm… “presents”, I mean?
Posted by ladyofthecakes | May 7, 2014, 12:00 amNot frogs, geckos, yes.
Posted by con jamón spain | May 7, 2014, 7:59 pm