|Instagrammed this morning. I’m Flutter_Kat if you haven’t yet found me on there…|
I may or may not have been a little grumpy at nature for making me sleep deprived at the time of posting that!
Most of the varieties of frogs that we have at our house (and there are quite a few in all different shapes and sizes!) are harmless and don’t bother me.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t particularly like having to chase them down my hall and catch them when they somehow sneak into the house and trespass, or sweep up the dead ones that seem to appear from somewhere every morning, but they don’t pose a serious risk to my sanity.
These pesky brats on the other hand I could do without:
Ahhh yes, the charming motorbike frog…
(** Well that’s who everyone here blames the noise on, but when I read all the descriptions of the noises on the website it sounds more like the noise is coming from moaning frogs… – anyway since it’s only motorbike frogs we see, I’m going to blame them too…)
Lets zoom out a bit shall we and assess how many we have lurking in our garden…
Look closely and you will see at least 7 in just that little space.
There are many many more lurking in the rest of the garden, under my rubbish bins, and out the front.
But it’s the ones right outside my bedroom window that bother me the most. Gah.
You see, the thing you have to know about motorbike frogs is that they are L.O.U.D.
They riburt in a monotonous ongoing sequence literally from the time that the sun goes down, right until the sun comes up again.
Much like this:
Riburt…. pause… riburt…. pause…. riburt…. pause…. riburt….
and so on.
And they talk to each other. So one will go, then another across the lake will answer.
We have a little chorus going on right now from one side of the lake to the other,
The very fact I am writing about something as crazy as frogs on my blog, is testament to how insane these little delights are sending me.
Most nights I have to turn the TV up if I’m watching something,
And weeks like this where I am struggling with another migraine, the ones outside my bedroom window get right into my head and make me want to pull my brains out with a hook.
*said in imitation of my 2 year olds whingiest voice going.
Pretty, pretty please frogs could you shoosh so I can get some sleep?!
So there you go, I just thought I’d share that little joy of the season with you…
It’s one of the very few things about living here that I won’t miss!!