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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Frog Time, Bartlett Pond, White Horse Beach, Manomet, Plymouth, Massachusetts, USA

"Jeepers, creepers, where'd ya get those peepers" is a line from a song I remember as a young child.  (The song was written in 1938 but I heard it as a child during the 1950's).

Our frogs on the pond are singing up a storm this time of year - they usually start in earnest in early evening and galump until the following morning after dawn.  Seems that all that noise would attract predators in the darkness but I guess it works okay for frogs or they would have disappeared by now.

 It is difficult to sneak up on a frog.  They have such good peripheral vision that they can see most any approach angle.  This one let me approach because he could sense he was safe because I was a vegan and wouldn't harm him.  Okay, so I made that part up. That's one of the benefits of writing a blog - I can make up my own reality since I am also the editor and publisher.


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