951. Dhink! 🐸


can’t see them
but i sure can hear them:
fat frogs grunting!


 

This time of year the marshy wetlands along the creek are dense with tall grasses dotted with the tiny yellow flowers of Japanese irises. Yesterday, taking my time crossing over the bridge, there was a light summery, on-and-off kind of rain filtering down. I was enjoying the cool feel on my face. Then I heard a dull, heavy, grunting sound, then another and yet another.  Dhink! Dhink! Dhenk! Dhunk! I peered thru the brush searching for the sound, but all I could see there was ‘yellow.’ 

Those deep bellowing sounds echoing through the wetlands carried my mind to the yodeling calls of villagers in the alpine valleys and mountains of Switzerland. Funny where the mind can take you without ever leaving home!