Come on-a my pad, my pad a come on,Come on-a my pad, my pad a come on,Come on-a my pad, my pad, I'm gonna give you tasty bugs,Come on-a my pad, my pad, I'm gonna give you everything.
(with apologies to Ross Bagdassarian and William Saroyan, writers of
'Come on-a my house', 1939, made famous by Rosemary Clooney, 1961)
Eddie and I hiked up to Crofton Lake early yesterday morning with our friends Liz and Sasha. A couple of months ago the lake was full of exceptionally large bullfrog tadpoles - an invasive species here - madly swimming everywhere.
Today, the shore and lily pads and reeds were covered with what I assume were baby bullfrogs. Frogs everywhere! When Sasha waded into the water for a drink, dozens hopped and splashed their way to safety, but within seconds began clambering back out onto their lily pads.
I only had my little pocket camera with a tired battery, so the photos aren't the best, but the combination of the yellow green of lily pads in fall, the newly refreshed reeds and flowers, and the beautiful blues and greens of the lake, made the area difficult to leave.
|Frog among the reeds|
|Crofton Lake looking north west|
|Leaf us alone!|
|Frog on a log|
Eddie declined to go in the water, but Sasha enjoyed a wade and a drink:
|Purple Martin Boxes|
A few more shots of frogs and scenery ....
|More aphids than frogs!|
|Crofton Lake looking west|
|Pink or Douglas Spiraea, I think, aka hardhack|
|Are you finished?|
|Fuzzy lemon and black caterpillar|
It was a beautiful morning for a walk to the lake - sunny but cool, a perfect fall day.
|Crofton Lake, south end.|