So here’s something nice:
We keep an old golf umbrella on our front porch and we use it for rainy-day trips out to the barn to feed the chickens.
Come springtime the past several years, we have opened the umbrella and found a tiny tree frog camped-out inside.
We carefully close the umbrella and put it back in its place, so as not to scare the camper.
Could this be the same frog, year after year, returning to his snug, blue campsite? We have no idea. But I opened the umbrella one rainy morning earlier this week and, sure enough, a green visitor was inside. I took the picture you see above, then carefully refolded the umbrella.
I walked to the barn, minus the raincover.
I also made a recording of the frog's brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, singing down at our pond. Click on the link to hear their full-throated, fortissimo, rite-of-spring chorus:
https://soundcloud.com/kesphoto/20140307-094752
