Made my day. My week!
9 hours ago
It only takes the possibility of rain to bring the Cope’s Gray Treefrogs out in full force. Last night, treefrogs were checking out any cache of water large enough to fit their bodies into. Males were busy calling, announcing that they had claimed a small territory and were ready to mate.
Establishing a territory in the middle of a gravel driveway doesn’t seem to be the best strategy for survival.
This seems like a much more appropriate place to be calling for females. This photo gives a good view of the yellow coloring on the hind leg. There’s even a little yellow near the front leg.
The calling was quite intense. There were at least a dozen males calling from this one area. The sound made my head feel like it was vibrating.
This guy looks like he’s got a leaping frog tattoo on his back. He may be part of a local frog gang.
Several frogs spend the day at the top of our house wall, looking like little gargoyles wedged between the brick and the aluminum soffit.
Here is the result of the night’s courtship activities. This is a collection of several egg clusters.
A typical cluster contains three to four dozen eggs.
The eggs develop quickly in the warm water. These eggs were laid two days ago and will be ready to hatch in a couple more.
A nice slow snail for a no hurry Sunday. As a kid in Missouri, I read an article about snails that motivated me to spend hours looking for a snail of my own. I found a nice big one and kept it in an old baby food jar. It survived on a steady diet of lettuce, the only suitable snail food my Mom brought home from the grocery on a regular basis. I had kept it for about a year when I was told we were moving to Ohio. Not wanting to leave my snail behind as ordered by my Father, I pushed the jar into a sock and packed it with my underwear. I think my Mother wondered why I was so concerned about my underwear making it safely to Ohio. The snail lived for about another year after the move.