Just when I think I’ve seen it all, yesterday morning at 7am our house was surrounded in a mysterious-feeling shroud of fog. Everything was so still and cool. I felt like I was sleep-walking when I stepped outside. I thought you’d like to see it too.
Later in the morning, after the sun was heating up the place and no traces of fog were to be seen, I spotted this beautiful green, fat frog checking out the to-be-stacked wood.
She might have moved out of the neighbour’s field which was mowed 2 days ago and baled yesterday by some traditional farm-machinery that made me think I’d gone back in time.
In the blink of an eye the bales were gathered up and stacked HIGH onto the back of a pick-up truck. I watched it wobble down the steep hill. It all happened so fast. If I hadn’t snapped this photo, I could have sworn it was all a mirage.
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Audrey T // July 19, 2008 at 8:04 am
What a splendidly colourful frog .Bear River seems so rich in animal and insect life.My small garden pond has been home to masses of tadpoles and this week the tiny,one centimetre long, frogs have started to emerge.Although they are brownish in colour they look as though they have gold-dust down their backs.There are many predators,especially birds.Have you seen many butterflies yet this year?
Flora // July 19, 2008 at 8:45 am
The miracle of tadpole to frog…and right in your own back garden!
Audrey, you are right that there are lots of insects here. I often say to Larry “there are insects here that haven’t even been invented yet!”
Last week I took a picture of a luna moth that was the size of a small bird! Here it is in my flickr photos.
http://flickr.com/photos/fairywitch/2682322634/in/photostream/
Thanks for posting Audrey!
Barbara // July 22, 2008 at 2:34 am
Flora,
What a beautiful sequence of photos and text.
Right now down the road from our favorite
park in Pugwash a dairy farmer will be haying. Baling the hay for feed for his cattle. Steven, my resident dairy farmer, who grew up milking and showing cows, explains that straw is what’s left when they harvest the grain crops and you can’t feed that to animals, they use it for bedding.
In our part of Ontario haying is a rare sight these
days. We are missing Nova Scotia, where farming
is still important.
Barbara