Boy is it ever spring here. Mockingbirds are flitting all over the place, hopefully setting up housekeeping in some nearby magnolia so I can listen to them all day. Unbelieveably, our neighbor to the right CHOPPED DOWN their perfectly lovely magnolia because it was blocking their view of the street (!!!). I, on the other hand, am painstakingly training our bougainvillea to screen our front porch and my delicate eyes from... well, let's just say gentlemen of a certain age really should wear shirts.
So anyway, the sand hill cranes are nesting in the grasses of the pond next door and someone says two babies have hatched, tho I can only see Mama's head so far. The osprey pair have built another nest on top of the light pole by the pool and this morning I saw one fly in breakfast, either a very long-legged frog or a small dog (oops!). Something large-ish, I'm telling you!
It's a constant battle with nature here in Central Florida. I haven't told my next-door neighbor mother this yet (and when she reads this I'll hear her screech, I'm sure), but the other morning, I got up before dawn as usual, walked into the bathroom and found myself looking eye-level at a frog on the wall. He was only about 4 inches long while quietly clutching the wall, though sensing me he decided to flop wetly from wall to wall. I slammed the door shut, but knowing I was the one who had to capture the thing (Jimbo is SO not a nature boy), I finally cornered it on a picture frame with a yoghurt container and we set it free in the neighbor's yard (the magnolia killers, not my mother's).
So it goes here in the tropics. Spring is on its way up, dear Northeners, never fear. Then perhaps YOU will have to worry about frogs in your bathroom. --cds
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