When my kids were young, we used to camp most every summer at Hoeft State Park, near Rogers City, Michigan. I decided it would be fun to spend a night there to remember "old times". I wandered up and down the beach examining rocks and watching freighters traveling out on Lake Huron. On the way back to camp, I picked enough sand cherries to cook into a syrup which I poured on my oatmeal the next morning. After breakfast, I met a new "little buddy"---in the shower. It was a tiny little Western Chorus Frog. At least I think it was. As a frog surveyor I'm trained to identify frogs by their calls. And this one wasn't saying anything. I wrapped myself up in my towel then, gently picked him up and set him outside under a bush, where hopefully he stayed hidden and away from trouble.
When my kids were young, we used to camp most every summer at Hoeft State Park, near Rogers City, Michigan. I decided it would be fun to spend a night there to remember "old times". I wandered up and down the beach examining rocks and watching freighters traveling out on Lake Huron. On the way back to camp, I picked enough sand cherries to cook into a syrup which I poured on my oatmeal the next morning. After breakfast, I met a new "little buddy"---in the shower. It was a tiny little Western Chorus Frog. At least I think it was. As a frog surveyor I'm trained to identify frogs by their calls. And this one wasn't saying anything. I wrapped myself up in my towel then, gently picked him up and set him outside under a bush, where hopefully he stayed hidden and away from trouble.
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