Bullfrog …
Croaking … Gotta call him a bull, just look at that face. And his call is definitely a croaking, and loud.
In my backyard, a garden safari. Even a little smile, at the corner of his lips.
You don’t get much closer than this to a frog. *Click on the pictures to open them in a new tab, on desktop is best.
There’s a house being built behind me, for a good while now. And in the process it seems one or more of these giant green tree frogs has moved in.
Even from 300m he, or she, can be clearly heard. If the builders ever move in they will know they have a close and noisy neighbour.
The other night, after it had rained for a few days, the croaking began in earnest. Then there was another from a distance, and another nearby.
I was out with the torch at some point and one was only 10m away, silent. A little later I tracked it to my makeshift frog pond – where it stayed for a few days.
After a few days the big frog was gone from my pond and the croaking stopped.
They must have found each other.
My pied magpie, hangs around my backyard. Likes to join in whatever I’m doing, might get fed.
Might not …
The male of a pair of ducks that pass by regularly in their constant search for food on this acreage property.
Calendula, lovely yellow …
And she who must be fed. He is always getting out of her way when there’s food to be had. She might have babies on the way.
Pretty little thing …
A contrary view. Upside down pelican. Sees things differently.
While out one night I almost stepped on this beauty. About five feet long, as soon as she noticed me she pulled back. We gave each other space enough.
Orange tail resin bee. I’ve had the same hotels for years, moved house four times in last five, and after two of them the bees returned – if they had ever left. Did they wait for the right conditions to be born?
Putting the finishing touches to the nest site. After sealing it with resin she camouflaged it with sandy clay or mud.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look …
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