July 11, 2013

The whole River floodplain below the house is ringing with Spadefoot Toad music at dawn.

After The Stockpond is refreshed with new-pumped water, countless tiny tadpoles of what must be Sonoran Desert Toads swim up to shore, and hang there like a black necklace, all with noses almost touching the bank. They look like kids having their first swimming lessons, holding on to the edge of the pool with bodies stretched out, kicking their legs.