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A Frog in the Hand…

…is worth a lot of smiles on a spring afternoon.

This fine fellow is a green frog that my son caught in (and returned to) a local pond. At least I think it’s a green frog and not a bullfrog after studying the National Audubon Society Field Guide to New England. This frog and its kin do let out a big eek before jumping into the water, just like the book says.

As a child, I captured thousands of tadpoles, and put them into a Coleman ice chest, much to my dad’s displeasure. It was a perfect aquarium for fledgling amphibians. I seem to have passed along the trait for frog interest to the kiddo. Two green frogs resembling the one in the photograph spent the weekend with us recently, but did go home to the pond eventually. (It is not the first time I have driven around animals “borrowed” from other places; I once drove a crab back to the beach after it climbed out of its container and scuttled into the TV room late one evening.)

The children’s book Nic Bishop’s Frogs is very good on the subject.


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Pine Creek Marsh (Fairfield, Connecticut)


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Aspetuck Land Trust’s Haskins Preserve

I took these pictures at the Haskins Preserve, sixteen acres of open space right in the heart of a Westport neighborhood. (Click on any photo to enlarge it. ) Owned by the Asptetuck Land Trust, the preserve features well-marked trails, benches to sit on, two small ponds, and a couple of rippling brooks. A number of the trees are labelled.

A couple with their dogs were enjoying the preserve, too. Some workers were also cleaning up from the storm a few weeks back. I’d hoped to see some birds and brought my binoculars. I guess I was a little late in the day, though.

Others have different ideas of what to do with open space. A car stopped on the street, and a teenage boy emerged and tossed a lunch bag into one of the ponds. Ten boys, armed with pellet (?) guns and assembled at the entrance gate, were dividing themselves into teams. “What are you doing?” I asked, curious. “”Just hanging out,” one of them said. A sign at the entrance says No Paintball Games.


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A View from a Phragmite



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October Morning at Mill Creek Marsh

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Day 12: Wetlands

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