It had rained for the last few days and I hoped the vernal pools in Valley Forge had formed and the American toads would be there doing their annual mating dance. But when I got there, the pools had not yet formed. Still too dry.... Darn. I decided to take my long walk through the woods to the river walk. I got through the woods and not a thing was moving, but then when I got to the big field I began to hear the peepers. Oh, they were having a field day. I had to walk all the way through the field to a path that would take me to the pools. When I got there I just kept as still as I could be. The peepers will all stop in an instant if they feel threatened. I was just as still as I could be and had to train my eyes to actually see these teeny tiny little frogs doing their mating dance. I found them and had the time of my life. They got used to me and let me take photos while continuing to go about their bubble blowing. Not many spectacular shots, but a few that I liked.
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| Face to Face - If you look closely you can see my reflection in his blown up chin. |
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| Tiny Peeper hugging a big green frog |
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| The little peeper. Can you see how little? Look at the comparison to the frog and the leaf. That is just a small three inch leaf. |
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