This describes a typical day of work for a native aquatics field biologist.
What toads be hiding here?
I say without any sass
Wish they were big like deer
Wait.
A springing sprig?
No… Whistling Wind?
IT’S A T—
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…cricket?
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Shoot.
I’ll find those sneaky yellow eyes
Which so dolefully gaze at mine
Which, somehow, never seem surprised
It’ll be far too late to whine
Wait.
A bustle of brown?
Down on the ground?
IT”S GOT TO BE A T—
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…bird?
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Nuts.
I peak beneath a tree
Sometimes they hide in there
Don’t much like the sun, see
Or maybe birds in air.
Wait.
Can it be?
Are they here?
IT’S DEFINATELY A T—
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…vole?
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Rats.
Hours and hours I’m searching
For just one single clue
Miles and miles of lurching
Where? If only I knew!
Wait.
I heard a splash.
Behind my back.
IT CAN ONLY BE A T—
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…rain?
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Lovely.
I would settle for eggs,
Even some tadpoles would do
It’s not about frog legs
I just want toads in this goo
Wait.
A rustling leaf?
Some black and white?
IT MIGHT JUST BE A T—
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…Skunk?
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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some of the meter is a bit off but I did take all the pictures in the field.
This made me smile! The rhymes…
Also, beautiful photographs.