As far as birthdays go it wasn't up at the top of the excitement list. For one, I'm getting way too close to moving into my seventh decade; two, I had to work all day even though it was Cup Day; three, I had to rush home from work, cook a meal and then go out to chair a meeting.
But, two things happened that made my day great. When I got home this afternoon I found Phil and our neighbour weeding my back garden. (They didn't have to go to work on Cup Day.) I manage to keep the weeds at bay in the parts of the garden that are on show but the back is a bit of a disaster. It's looking quite respectable now. And, the second great thing that happened was that while they were weeding they found a Pobblebonk Frog Limnodynastes dumerili, burrowed into the soil under the mulch. We have never, ever, heard a Pobblebonk (I love saying that word) calling from in our yard, but we used to hear one calling from a pond that was briefly in the houseyard next door. Maybe it's the same frog. Normally our garden is very dry because we live on a north-facing slope – it's wet at the moment because we have had a lot of rain over the last few days - but this frog didn't look like he was passing through. Of course I had to take his photo, even though I didn't really have time and it was getting dark.
3 comments:
Happy birthday Boobook, the frog was a nice present. There is one calling incessantly in the dam next door after the recent heavy rain.
Happy birthday Boobook. Like Duncan, there is a chorus of frogs here at the moment too. I don't know my frog calls I'm ashamed to say, but there are three distinct calls coming from our dam - absolutely wonderful.
Gouldiae
A bit late for birthday wishes, but I saw your comment at my blog and came over (down? you are south of me!)
Great you have a frog! Here (Mackay) nowhere near as many as at the former home, inland from Gold Coast, but I remember the pobblebonks and others.
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