I’ve heard the expression; ‘spring is in the air’ my entire life. This morning I really felt the meaning. Little birds chirp outside my window at dawn. When I hear them, I feel peaceful and safe.
The bird songs wake and awaken me. For a few moments in the early light of a new day, some birds and I share the same space. Some mornings I get up and look out in hope of seeing them, but I haven’t found them yet. They sing every morning though and when I hear them; I snuggle in and enjoy their anonymous greeting. We share the earth, we share the dawn, then they go their way and I go mine.
On my morning walk to the frog pond, I wondered if I would recognize Sog. Even though he made an impression the other day, I didn’t know if I would be able to tell him apart from the other frogs.
As I approached the pond, I realized that recognizing Sog was the least of my problems. A man stood at the edge of the pond while his young Golden Retriever frolicked in the water biting at bugs, and frogs . . .?
My heart pounded. Would a dog eat a frog? Was Sog still alive?
“Good morning,” the man smiled and waved.
I did the same as I scanned the pond for any signs of amphibians. My morning coffee roiled in my stomach and at the same time, I laughed inwardly at my fear for a frog.
In a few minutes, the dog got bored. He stood in the murky water with a doubtful expression on his face. His master called, “Come on Max.”
Max turned and swam toward the muddy bank. A frog kicked out from the reeds. Sog!
I knew it was Sog instantly. I could tell. You know how it is when you recognize a friend or family member. It’s a feeling of familiarity that leaves no doubt. He turned an eyeball toward me.
The dog was clawing and pawing at the bank. He couldn’t get his footing in the mud. His owner encouraged and clapped. Sog watched barely blinking and I knew what he was thinking. That guy needs to pull his dog out of the pond. He was going to get wet and dirty.
I sat down on my wobbly stone. Sog did a few deep knee bends and we both sat back to enjoy the show.
Sure enough the dog owner, wearing street shoes and khaki’s, cautiously approached the bank. His feet sunk in just enough for the mud to ooze over the tops of his shoes. And just then, in perfect harmony with the nature of dogs, Max leaped from the pond and shook. His owner shouted something inaudible and probably not worth repeating. When he looked over at me with an exasperated expression, I smiled and waved.
“Have a great day,” I said.
The guy chuckled. “You too.” He glanced at the pond. “Look, there’s a frog in the pond.”
Sog ducked under the surface.
“It was just there.”
I nodded. The man blushed and walked away with his muddy dog and shoes. In a nearby shrub, some birds began to chirp. The surface pond rippled to life as several frogs emerged from their hiding places. Sog swam around showing off. I watched him and contemplated the morning’s events.
All worlds touch.
Amphibian – origin 1637 – ‘having two modes of existence’. from Greek amphibia – from amphi – ‘of both kinds’ and bios – ‘life’. —WordBook iPhone app
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Watch this fun, fast, frog film.