We haven't seen the green snake. I keep looking but so far that snake has escaped my sight.
The plethora of toadlet's has had a significant population reduction. Just a few days ago those little suckers were everywhere and now you have to hunt for them. We have been having cool and rainy weather so maybe they go deeper and hide out. Maybe they heard about the thrill ride through the pump and didn't make it out alive. No idea. Of course I'll keep watching and put what I see in the 'Ol Frog Blog.
Joe gave up birding from Joe's Station. She has moved to Humpty Dumpy Falls. I don't think she was able to blend in very well at Joe's Station. We rebuilt it last fall and may have changed it to the point where the prey she hunts can easily see her and avoid her.
At Humpty Dumpty Falls she lies next to the rocks and the birds haven't figured out she is there until it's too late. She is still slow and doesn't jump all that far. I said just this morning that a bird would have to land in her mouth for her to catch one. Wouldn't you know that's almost exactly what happened about 20 minutes later. This little finch came along and possibly thought Joe was a rock because it tried to land right on her nose. There was no hesitation on Joe's part and the little finch was history. Shortly after snatching her meal she retreated to her safe haven under the bridge.
I saw a dragonfly emerging from it's nymph stage. The nymph looks like some alien creature. It lives in the water. Some nymphs live in the water for years before maturing. When it has matured and the weather is warm enough it crawls out of the water and attaches itself to a plant or rock. Soon after the dragonfly emerges, spreads it's wings and dries. Then it is ready to go. I've see a lot of the "empty" nymph skeletons but this is the first time I've seen the dragonfly emerging. Very cool.
I'm off in search of a snake or maybe a nymph... have a great Memorial Day!
Don't forget what it's about OK...
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
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