I am always bemused by frogs and their seemingly calm expression as they sit or float, occasionally giving up a croak. Is that to attract a mate? To express dominance? To claim their own space? Does he have the blues? Indigestion? I’ve never been one to think of animals as dumb and lacking any intelligent thought. I figure that all conscious beings have some level of thought and am not convinced that ours is any superior. We certainly do complicate our lives with our thought at times. That makes me wonder what this guy was thinking as he sits at the edge of Poor Farm Swamp last Monday morning. Was his croak the Anuran version of a wolf whistle?
I wish that I could sit there sometime and just be without the usual cares and worries that daily human existence presents us. But, of course, I would have to worry about a heron or egret dining on me. I am thinking that it’s good to be at the top of the food chain. 🙂
And, for your listening pleasure, the original Bullfrog Blues. David Bromberg, Canned Heat, and Rory Gallagher all have fine versions, but you can’t beat the original. Well, the original was possibly never recorded but this is the earliest.