That bleeping belching bullfrog.

07-06-14

We sure were blessed with wonderful weather for this second long holiday of the Summer and today was no exception. I was up at the crack of dawn as I needed to divvy my time between a walk and some much-needed yard work, both to be accomplished before the rain, heat and humidity creep back into the weather equation. Once again, it was very still as I meandered through the neighborhoods enroute to the Park. I didn’t see a single soul nor a vehicle until I got to the Park . The sun was high in the sky and on the first leg of loop #1, I was enjoying the peace and solitude of my walk, when I heard a huge noise to my right coming from the Creek. It was the unmistakable croak of a bullfrog. Last year I wrote at great length about how startled I was to hear the loud croaking sound which interrupted the morning ambiance in the Park https://lindaschaubblog.net/2013/07/26/productive/). That deep croaking noise really reminded me of the bull moose calling one another in the woods near a cottage our family rented in Alpena many years ago. Well, this big-mouthed bullfrog was just as noisy as that one and out of the clear blue sky, that big belching noise really surprised me. I wasn’t going to go peer through the reeds or bushes to check it out because it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, and besides, I wanted to stay away from the banks of the Creek due to the mosquitoes. Then I heard another belch and a big splash – did my froggy friend spy a fly or was he chasing after a lady bullfrog? No telling, but before I rounded the bend, I heard him bellowing over and over again. Perhaps he was calling his little ones for breakfast? Soon it was time to head home and out to the backyard to wrestle those wicked prickly thistles and untangle the tendrils of wild ivy and Creeping Charlie from my perennials. Those vines are so invasive, you almost need to keep up with them daily. On my way home, I couldn’t help but notice the contrails which really seemed intensified in the deep blue sky. They were unusual and interesting looking and I wondered how many planes it took to make these marks or was it just one plane doing loop de loops? What do you think? I decided it looked like an “X” or an asterisk put there for my benefit so I wouldn’t conveniently lose my way home to avoid pulling those pesky weeds.

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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