Photo Friday: a sneaky visitor

This morning while out feeding and watering the geese I leaned into the shrub that grows there to get to the hose bib.

I  found a visitor.

Shrub

Can you see him?

I had heard him calling in the night, but never knew what he looked like.

Today he honored me with a close-up. 

Grey-Tree-Frog

Though I think he was a bit shy.

He sounds like this…

Now multiply this by at least a hundred!  😀

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PS:  I have much to tell, and have worked out the promised  ‘tentative’ schedule:

Wednesdays and Fridays are for posting.  

Saturday is for visiting and replies to comments.   

Any other days will be counted as icing!

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Have a blessed weekend!

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36 thoughts on “Photo Friday: a sneaky visitor

        • Lynda says:

          LOL! Simone, usually it isn’t the object I am trying to capture that is doing all the moving; it is me. Nowadays, if I want a good clean shot I need to use a tripod because my hands shake just a bit. Yesterday it took 58 shots to get that one that was so clear. (No tripod = I got lucky!) 😉

          • Lynda says:

            Simone, he only moved once, and after that I got a clear shot. Go figure. However, His eyes are amazing and even without a full body view I am very happy with the result.

    • Lynda says:

      Yes, Lillian, they are so lovely and relaxing to listen to in the evenings. Yet, when it is time to go to sleep I am very grateful for a well insulated house! 😉

  1. shoreacres says:

    There’s very little in the world that makes me happier than listening to frogs in the night. He is a handsome fellow, and quite different than the little tree frog I managed to capture in a photo. His feet look more like a gecko’s. Clearly, they’re good for hanging on.

    I was out at a farmlet tonight, myself. I’ve discovered a place only 20 minutes away that might as well be in the middle of nowhere, and their hobby garden got away from them. Now, they have acres of tomatoes, squash, eggplant, peppers, zuchinni, cucumber — not to mention the fig and peach orchards, and blackberry vines galore. I spent tonight mostly picking blackberries. They have several varieties, but I prefer the Kiowa. They’re quite sweet, and as big as my thumb. They also have thorns, but that’s ok with me, especially since they are as popular for picking as the thornless varieties.

    You can’t believe how many berries they have. There are at least fourteen long “rows” — maybe 50′ long? — with all of the berries trellised. I’m out of room in my freezer, but I might go back tomorrow and pick more tomatoes. They have the standards – Big Boy, Celebrity, and so on – but they also have a heritage variety that’s great for tomato sauce. It has very few seeds, and is just a little sweeter. I guess I’ll find out.

    I’m anxious to hear what’s been going on around your place.

    • Lynda says:

      Yes, their sounds are such music on a warm evening. Yet, as I said to Lillian, I appreciate a well insulated/soundproofed home when bedtime rolls around! I truly found this fellow amazing; it is his eyes!

      How fun, Linda! It has been a good year for my blackberries too (Arapaho). And although my row is only 10 feet long I have managed to collect about 2 gallons so far. I have frozen most of them for later use. It is worth the heat and the mosquitoes to get them picked. I am grateful, that in spite of neglect some of my garden still provides me with good things to eat!

      More will follow, but I didn’t want to come back after this long silence with whining. 😉

    • Lynda says:

      Angela, I suspect you are correct. I haven’t read it yet, but I believe this one is nocturnal. I was truly surprised to find him down so low in the bushes!

        • Lynda says:

          Glad you enjoyed it, Angela! And yes, I am feeling much better, thought perhaps not as active as I would like to be! All in good time…

      • Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

        The one little fellow that was waiting for nightfall before hitting the water would periodically bellow out a chorus or two while “hiding” on the trim over the top of the kitchen window (on the shady east side of the house, of course; )

        • Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

          Oh, and did I mention that Dustin, the yellow Lab, would look for him/them in the pool, every time he went outside, night or day?

          • Lynda says:

            Our dogs do that too. When they are successful in catching one, then they come in and barf on the rug…YECH! Thankfully, the dogs are not crafty enough to do this often. 😛

          • Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

            Ha! (LMAO) I know what you mean! They obviously taste horrible but, for some reason, Dustin still hasn’t learned that Toads will make him wretch (what a doofus!) Perhaps he can’t tell the difference from Frogs? (Which are apparently delicious; )

          • Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

            Funny, that’s roughly about the same time-frame as my (one and only) experience with frog’s legs. (Trouble is, you have to catch those big Bullfrogs and they are such WILEY creatures; )

          • Lynda says:

            True, but I let the restaurant handle the details, and it was a one-off experience! I can’t say as I’m really into reptiles as sustenance.

          • Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

            Reptiles? UGH!! Amphibians very rarely; ) Those Frog’s legs? Well they were sampled decades ago on a fishing trip my Dad and I took ‘way up the back of beyond (and an adjunct to our sparse catch that day):

    • Lynda says:

      I view all such encounters as a gift, Lori! I wonder, if you don’t have frogs and toads there, then do you have Horned Toads? I used to find them in SoCal all the time when I was very young, and then all the development caused them to become rare or possibly extinct.

  2. LB says:

    This is one of my favorite sounds! and I’m typing while listening. Thank you 🙂
    and I like the schedule!!! I’m always glad to see your blog pop up!

  3. Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

    Hi Lynda, NICE SHOT!!
    LOL! Didn’t need to listen to your link to know how LOUD these little guys are. Y’see, a couple of weeks ago, there were TWO males in our Vernal Pond (unopened pool): trying to outdo each other and it was DEAFENING!!
    When I was a kid, I swear that the sound of the Spring Peepers in the Farm’s pond could literally lift you right off of the bed; )
    Glad to see you’ve got your schedule all figured out (I can hardly wait: ) hugs!

    • Lynda says:

      Thank you, Deb, I’m glad you enjoyed him. And, thank you for the mention of the vernal pond. I had never heard the term and now find (after looking it up) that it exactly explains the water sink in the neighbors property across the way! It fills up in winter and then slowly dries out through the summer. This is where the bulk of the frog/toad noise comes from all spring through summer.

      • Deb Weyrich-Cody says:

        When I was a kid, I remember my Dad calling the Mallards “puddle ducks”. Years later, on a field trip to the local Board of Ed’s Nature Centre, we learned about Vernal Ponds and their integral place in our ecosystem… Now, when I see all of the “wet spots” being drained from farmers’ fields and the Hedgerow plants pulled out by the roots, it makes me feel quite ill to know that their ignorance is hacking a(nother): hole in Nature’s cycle… Is it any wonder that birds, bees and butterflies are in decline?

  4. chatou11 says:

    What a lovely little fellow Lynda. So lovely this video even if it is not for young children at the end lol.. Before I came here there was a pond with hundred of frogs and I loved them
    Have a nice week end

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