It’s a frog’s life

You always hear that about dogs but, in our yard, I think maybe it’s a frog’s life.  There are three out on the rocks enjoying this beautiful day here in Connecticut.

It's a frog's life
It's a frog's life

I wonder if they have any worries?  Where is my next bug coming from?  Not around here — the pond draws bugs like crazy.  They have all become so tame that perhaps they should worry about the stupid humans stepping on them as we walk around the pond with cameras in our hands.

I’m thinking today that I might like to be a frog with a few fewer worries.  Sister # 2 was taken by ambulance to the hospital last night — she’s having what they think are TIAs (mini-strokes).  Sister # 1 rode with her and I can tell by her voice over the phone that she is just sick with worry.   I am mentally making a packing list and hubby is checking the cost of last-minute flights in preparation for my going back out to the Midwest.   In the mean time, I’m starting on some things I wasn’t going to do right away with the thought in mind that they also couldn’t wait until I got back here again if I do leave.    I’ve been back a week and two days, though parts of my mind and heart have not left there yet.  When will this little family get a break?   Just when I thought things were maybe settling into our “new normal”.

Just hangin’ around the pond

Yesterday was a great day for being a frog and hanging around in the pond. Here is one of this year’s new frogs. He likes to just hang suspended in the pond in amongst the lily pads. Look at how he is keeping just one “finger” (I believe it’s his middle finger) on top of a lily pad to keep from drifting away with the water moving away from the base of the water fall. And his older brother/sister is playing peek-a-boo nearby. I think they are the same kind of frog (pretty sure they have the same parents). But isn’t it interesting how one of them appears to have only 3 toes on each front foot and the other clearly has four? And the front ones don’t appear to be webbed, do they.

Just hangin' around
Just hangin' around
Peek-a-boo
Peek-a-boo

Hummingbird in the flowers

t’s the end of August and the hummingbirds are busy stocking up on nectar for energy for their long flight to the southern USA and beyond. Earlier this week I caught a male hummingbird, by sight, on the deck but he wouldn’t stay still long enough for a photo. However this female, that I call Hummy, has been feeding all morning and isn’t scared by my opening the door for a closer photo. Some of the pictures are thru the glass doors (two panels as a matter of fact) so they are somewhat distorted. But the three at the plant on the metal hangar I took with the lens sticking out of the open screen. Hummy wasn’t the least bit scared of the human with the camera as she was busy gathering from newly open blooms in the bright sun of this beautiful Connecticut Friday!

Hummy in the wax begonia

Depending upon the angle and what Hummy is doing, sometimes you almost cannot see her wings, but look at her cute little feet curled up under her body as she hovers and drinks from this flower.

Hummy with tiny little feet

Then Hummy went to the ice plant — a bit of a surprise as she doesn’t usually mess with the yellow flowers at all. But perhaps she was just doing a taste test as she prepared to take a break and sit for a bit. It’s funny, but I never think of hummingbirds as sitting down and perching on something like a normal bird, but they do.

Tasting the yellow flower —

Tasting the yellow flower


Heading up to the rest stop —
Hummy ascending


Taking a much-deserved break —
Rest break


So, since I wasn’t getting anything done in the house anyway, with watching the deck constantly with camera in hand, I decided to go out to the other side of the house to capture the “frog of the day” photo. This one is a female and she’s really flattened herself out on this lily pad, enjoying the day and keeping cool and wet in the water on top of the lily pad.

Frog of the day for August 29

And, last but not least, another pond-side member of Mother Nature’s family — this toad. It is a nightly ritual with me (and sometimes hubby goes along or goes in my place) to go out and say goodnight to the fish and check the area around the pond. A week ago on Friday night, we went out together and hubby spotted this toad backed up into the house right under the front door. He too was not a bit concerned by us going in and out stepping right over him. He also didn’t seem to mind when I got out my camera and took his picture. But then again, maybe he did mind — that kind of looks like a “glare in my general direction” on his face.

Here’s Toady —

Toady

The word “oasis” comes to mind

I was on the lower patio this weekend, stretched out on a hammock with a good book and warm sun on my legs.  I could hear water splashing delightfully in the fountain and could look to my right and see the sparkle as the water fell from the second tier into the bottom.   Looking up to the main deck, the plants on the deck railing were spilling over the edge.   And my thoughts were, “What an oasis this is!”.   And I didn’t have to drive miles using expensive gasoline or go thru security at an airport to get there — this is my own back yard.  How often are we so busy fixing and planting and weeding and working and repairing and ……     and not taking the time for enjoying.  So I did quite a bit of that this weekend — some of the work too — but definitely some of the relaxing.   What a wonderful place to be!

Today’s water lily — a new bloom on the white plant.

August 27 water lily

Mother Nature in full bloom

The two adult frogs in our pond have successfully brought at least 5 new frogs into the world around our pond.  They are distinct not only in size, but in their markings, so they are relatively easy to tell apart.  However, my naming convention is lacking a bit of originality.   So here are Number One —

Junior Frog # 1

And Number Two —

Junior Frog # 2

And on the other side of the pond our newest water lily is blooming.  It is absolutely beautiful.

Peach water lily

Mourning Hotlips

Our big white fish with red lips, Hotlips, is gone from the pond.  We came back from our vacation to find that sometime during the week something got to him and removed him from the pond.  I searched carefully when we got back and more thoroughly when I was working in the pond over the weekend, trimming the waterlilies.  So, we no longer have our gentle white fishie.   So sad.   And, of course, since we don’t know what got him, we don’t know how much in danger the rest of the fish are.  I’m keeping a careful watch and trying to make several appearances at pond side each day discouraging the local hawk if that’s what it was.  However, I cannot stay outside all night, so the fish are pretty much on their own then.   The photo below is the remaining four “big guys” and the little ones are in there too.   Hubby gave me a new camera for my birthday, so as soon as the battery was charged, I went straight out to the pond to capture some fish and frog photos.  Unfortunately, it’s about to rain so the light is kind of dim.  Frog photos to come soon — we’ve had a population explosion and can find at least 5 small/young frogs at the pond.

Fish in the lilies

New “kid” on the pond

It looks like at least one of the tadpoles escaped the hungry mouths of the fish while it was in the pond and we now have a new young frog on the pond.  She is small enough to actually sit on a lily pad — how froglike!  (The adults, Phinneas, a.k.a. Gurk, and Phyllis are too big and would sink the lily pads if they tried to sit on ithem).  She is quite “jumpy” and not nearly as tame as the two adult frogs.  If you go anywhere near her, she leaps up into the air and lands in the pond with a big splash.  But, I managed to git a little close to her today with the camera for this photo.   Welcome — no name yet  — “froggie”.

Welcome new froggie

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood

It’s a beautiful day today here in Connecticut. These are the summer days the our area is famous for. Warm and sunny, not too hot, not too cold — as Goldilocks would say, “Just right!”. We parked the car in a lot in town and walked to and from church today and after lunch at a local cafe (out on their deck) we decided to spend some time beside our pond. The fish seemed to enjoy our being out there as they swam around near the surface of the pond biting at the bubbles that were floating around on top from the waterfall. There are several plants blooming right now so the camera came out and I photographed one of the floating water hyacinths and caught a few of the fish near the top. If you look carefully at the photo with the fish, you can see at least one small orange one — this year’s crop of baby fish. He seems to be a daredevil, spending most of his time right in front of the skimmer that contains the pump. The water is moving pretty good there and I am concerned he will be sucked in — but he is not afraid. How do I come up with these fish names?—- well this guy has just been named “Evel Knievel” but we’ll probably just call him “EK” for short.

Water hyacinthFish with this year\'s crop

Gardening challenge # 1

Hubby and I worked hard in our pond, yard and garden on Saturday and were enjoying a relaxing Sunday afternoon being “trapped” inside by thunder and lightning storms in the area.  I was sitting in my favorite chair by the east windows in our living room, reading and watching TV, when something moving outside those windows caught my attention.   One of this year’s fawns was approaching a flower bed by my patio where I grow the plants and flowers that “deer don’t eat”.   What I have discovered is that the fawns don’t know what deer don’t eat and must taste and try everything at least once.  This spring I have found tops eaten off of plants that deer have never touched before.  I had found the outside edges of this plant munched on earlier this week and asked hubby to spray the area with Bobex (a horrible smelling liquid that deters deer from eating the plants you spray it on).  It was amusing to watch this fawn start to nibble on this plant and then sort of spit and stick out his tongue.  You could almost read his thoughts —- “this plant tasted much better on Thursday!”.

Fawn munching on Penstemon, Husker Red

I ran and got my camera — and this photo’s poor quality is due to the fact that I was photographing the fawn through a not-so-clean window.   And no, I did not zoom this photo — that’s how close he was to the house.  His nose has just been pulled back from the funny smelling plant and he seems to be staring at it accusingly.  So, perhaps now he knows this is one of the plants that deer don’t eat.

And on the other side of the house the fish in our pond were in what I called before “crazy fish” mode.  Swimming in circles, darting around the plants and through the falls, and swimming about as fast as I think they probably can swim.   We do have a hatch of very tiny, almost invisible, fish in the pond from an earlier spawning and if hubby is correct in that this circular swimming and chasing of one fish in particular is spawning behavior — well, there are more to come.

Crazy fish II

Reflections

It’s a beautiful day here in Connecticut and the call of the wren by his nest and the rush of the water over the falls into our pond drew me outside.  I found that the fish were having a good time playing tag, so I brought the camera out and tried to capture them.   They were swimming so fast that it was not an easy task, but I eventually caught all five of them in one shot and mostly in focus.  Thank goodness for digital photography where you can just delete the bad and out-of-focus pictures.  I’m not positive about the identification, but I think from left to right they are — Hoover, Half and Half, Lady, Hot Lips (white one in front), and Junior.

fish June 19, 2008

And as I was trying to catch the fish near the surface I accidentally took a beautiful picture of the blooming water hyacinths.  The reflection of the lavender flowers in the dark water is almost prettier than the flowers themselves.  One of the fish just disappears into the ripples from the waterfall on the left.

Reflections

Yes — it’s a beautiful day to be out here with all this.