The Return of the Tree Frog

Oh Little Kermit…

I actually miss these frogs when they don’t show.

In the morning, about an hour before sunrise I hear them approach.

They herald their presence with a soft thwack against the house.  Usually it’s against the windows.  Then all is peaceful and what passes for quiet here.

We share our house with these frogs.  They’re entertaining to watch.  I have a small cavity between the windows on the back of the house.  Lined with plexglas on our side, its wide enough for you to slide your fingers into with a little room to spare.

The tree frogs found the spot a couple years back and I get visitors from time to time.  The thwack of their bodies announcing their presence as they sidle into position for a daytime sleep.

In this case there was a conversation it caused here.

“What was THAT?!”
“Just the tree frogs.  They’re home for the night.”
“Don’t they usually come here to sleep all daytime?”
“Yes, but it’s out of sync.  It will be fine, it’s probably just repositioning itself for whatever work a tree frog does”.

At that point, it was announced that I was going to get my picture via email since someone went on a backyard safari.

“Watch for the opossums, have fun, and don’t disturb my guests!”

This picture was the result.  It reminded me of some strange B Movie quality in ways, but that’s what you get from an iPhone.

They were staying with us for a long block of time, a full season plus a bit.  I guess in the warmer weather, the cool from our house leaking through the single paned plastic was a welcome respite from the heat.

Enjoy it while it lasts my little friend, and do give our best to Miss Piggy.

As for the track below?  One of my favorite early trance tracks.  “Tree Frog” by Hope.  Plus it’s got some pretty cool pictures of a green tree frog doing it’s thing repeated throughout.

Peeping Ringneck Dove

In South Florida, I have often said, we live closer to wildlife than I did in Philadelphia.

That isn’t to say we didn’t have wildlife in Philadelphia, and I don’t mean the two legged variety.  I once had a deer in my backyard, roughly a solid mile from the park, but that is another story entirely.

Behind my house is an arbor.  It’s made of some large poles and holds up the bougainvillea and the Spanish Moss that grows there.  That is to say there is a massive bougainvillea that forms a privacy curtain along the back window of the Florida room, and you can’t get through it because you would be shredded by the thorns that grow on the plant.

Bougainvillea are beautiful, but nasty plants.  Every time I work with the plant I get stuck by those blasted thorns.


Wrap yourself in Kevlar Body Armor and it won’t matter.   You will get stuck.

I suppose that is the attraction of the bloody stuff.  Literally bloody, that is.  The thorns create a micro-climate safe from things that might “Getcha”.

Every so often I look out the window and I see things looking back at me.

My frog hotel is at the top of the window.  Two little boxes, an inch deep, two long, 4 wide.  Just big enough for a frog to smack against the glass and hide for the daytime until it is time to go out at night and hunt for insects.

Tasty, tasty insects.   Mmmmm.

I’ve seen a four foot long green iguana looking back at me with a mouthfull of bougainvillea leaves.  I wouldn’t mind but those nasty iguanas don’t share.  I stood up to get a better view and off it ran into the neighbor’s yard.

Evil things.

This was more benign.  A Rock Dove.  Perhaps you call them Ringneck Doves.  I go between the names.  They’re quite common, quite harmless.   I simply did not expect to see the thing looking at me and watching me as I go through my normal daily routine.

So why not… I got a couple pictures of it.  Then it got frightened due to my attention and flew off into the window.

They’re not bright.  Birdbrained might be a better description.

They’re all over the area here.  Might be the teenagers of the avian world with their call of “Meh” whenever you hear them.  Harmless creatures, whatever they eat they’re welcome to since I know they don’t destroy my plants.

One of them a while back made a friend in my parrot, Oscar.  It would fly over to the cage when I had Oscar in the Florida Room near the window.  I would hear Oscar talking to the bird, saying Hello! to it, trying to convince it to talk back, and the Dove true to form would just say “Meh” back.

I am guessing that this could be some sort of revisited curiosity, although it might be misdirected.  Oscar got moved back into the core of the house to keep him comfortable when the weather changed from warm to cold, or vice versa.  I can’t really remember which.  I don’t have that large a house, so he squats in the middle of it making rude noises at us and glowers while that peeping dove tries to get his attention.

I should move him back out there, but I’m lazy.