Nature's Place

Frogs and Others …

The eastern dwarf tree frog, resident in amongst the growth of the crucifix orchid. They come out most nights, unless it’s too cold – around 7C.

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It’s a job sometimes, getting a clean background with so much foliage about. But they are getting used to me manipulating their platform/s for the shot.

Plenty of snails about too, and I encourage them with plenty of rotting leaf litter kept moist. They are often seen climbing about the orchid too, where frogs wait.

They have their ways, and their character. Calm and silent, alert and reserved. Lovely gentle creatures, to me. Even entertaining, one could say. Could, do … :-)

Holding on in the rain. I’ve built a frog hotel for them now too. Will picture it another time, too late here. Don’t know yet if they are using it, but they will, or something like it.

And from another time, sighted on the plant pot under the greenery. He or she, who knows or cares, except another huntsman. Magnificent creatures either way.

Once more about the crucifix orchid. Seen often enough to suspect a huntsman spider home being made hereabouts. And unusually bold, unfazed by a near miss of the diffuser.

And then, after all the recent spider activity – see previous frog posts – we can see who is the male and female. She came along and presented herself, hanging upside down. He approached gingerly from beneath, loosely enwrapped her and gently delivered his seed to her opening with his pedipalps.

Did someone mention frogs? It’s more or less all there is right now, where I am, in the heart of Brisbane’s winter. The sun shines too.

I suspect they came in on the flood water earlier this year, from the upper fields. I’m looking to make them at home, so they stay.

As they have taken to the crucifix orchid I have given their spawn/tadpoles somewhere to swim, a pond, an upturned bin lid.

They pray simple, like a gentle light in the darkness. Sitting still, silent and solitary amongst the orchids greenery.

Silent to their neighbours near and far. Especially to a stalking huntsman, who ignores a nudge of the stick.

Bold spider she is, unafraid, who will have to sustain her own young too. Then came the male.

So tread carefully little ones, don’t want to lose you now.

© Mark BerkeryClick on those pictures for a closer lookand click again.