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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