Some pictures of the five A. bassleri froglets that successfully morphed. All were from the 2nd clutch – it’s generally accepted in the dart frog community that practice makes perfect – quality of offspring often improves as the parents mature. It looks like the Cyclop-eeze I fed them as tadpoles (to supply xanthins and help them color up) did it’s job!
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Yes, I know I’m posting a lot of frog pictures. You should expect the behavior to continue…
This is exactly what I had in mind (see bottom of post). Via the refrigerator door over at Violet the vixen’s place.
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I cannot speak the thing that is not – this (the first NMB I qualify for) is wicked pissah.
They’re over there, with their new merit badges.
The woodcock are coming north; Dinah and I have been out in the evening looking for them. Last night wasn’t too productive – I bumped one, she bumped (stopped to flush, though) a double, and we finished the night with a hard point and steady to wing on a single. Wednesday night was a lot better – we moved over a dozen birds. Regardless, it’s a great time to be in the fields, swamps and pondsides. A short list of things that caught my attention:
a raft of ring-necked ducks with a male hooded merganser tucked in the center
a trio of mallards deep in some flooded puckerbrush
pterodactyls nesting
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the wintergreen smell of birch sap
the cinderblock splash of a beaver sounding the alarm
the smell of sweet fern and the sound of gravel underfoot
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the clink-tinkle of Dinah’s bell
spring peepers starting the evening chorus
no bugs yet!
