The pond guardian
The mournful—well, I think it's mournful—call of the bullfrog no longer echoes around the millpond at night, and their courtship urges are winding down for the season. But there if the bullfrogs are no longer seeking mates, they are certainly looking around for potential prey, which, it turns out, is just about anything the amphibians can capture and cram in their capacious mouths. You can see them staking out territory on the edge of the water and just practicing the art of watchful waiting. Since naturalist/photographers are deeply enmeshed in the same art, we're clearly brothers—or sisters—under the skin. I observe them through the lens; they seem to return the favor through those beautiful eyes.
Bullfrog
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