Today reminded me of why I used to say I hated early March - that promise of warmth that turns out to be a chill wind; the clouds that whisk over the blue; the bleak dusk where before there was cosy darkness. Reminded me, that is, until we were heading back from a brisk walk along Loch Striven-side - in itself an antidote to bleakness as we watched a swathe of rain pass us by on the far side of the loch with only a sprinkling on our shore.
The wind had dropped suddenly, as it often does at the end of an afternoon, and in the sudden silence we heard ... a clucking sound. Not exactly chicken-like, but a sort of contented purring. It came from the ditch - the only bit of the ditch with water in it - and when we looked we could see that the muddy water was alive with movement. The photo shows the cause, but I'm too ignorant to know if this couple are frogs or toads. Someone can doubtless enlighten me.
Whatever they were, they were making the most of the afternoon - and they cheered me up no end.
You can kiss frogs....
ReplyDeletebut tongues are not allowed!
ReplyDeleteThe mind boggles!
ReplyDeleteFrogs are slick and slimy and gross. Toads are dry and warty and gross. Those are frogs. Frogs are always near the water (perhaps why, then, the slimy slickness) whereas toads can be found in areas with no water. Of course, ths is true in the US. Perhaps Scottish frogs and toads are different? hehehe
ReplyDeleteI thought April was the cruelest month?
ReplyDeleteDo you know, GC, I was telling myself that as we walked yesterday!
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