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Tropical diary, started and stopped
Jan. 21st, 2008 05:15 pm01-19-08
We fall asleep heavily to the ringing of the frogs. We wake blearily to the insisting scratchy squabbling of the bananaquit. The frogs are little treefrogs with a loud, nearly musical mating call that falls somewhere between our familiar spring peepers and the alarm from a reversing truck. In their thousands they reverberate and blend. The bananaquit are tiny yellow and black birds, songbirds that evolution has pushed into the hummingbird niche, feeding on the year-round abundance of flower nectar.
What i really like in the tropics, is to move slowly, or not at all, and notice that I'm surrounded by scurrying life. I realize that for some people, the phrase "teeming with lizards" doesn't inspire comfort or glee.
We fall asleep heavily to the ringing of the frogs. We wake blearily to the insisting scratchy squabbling of the bananaquit. The frogs are little treefrogs with a loud, nearly musical mating call that falls somewhere between our familiar spring peepers and the alarm from a reversing truck. In their thousands they reverberate and blend. The bananaquit are tiny yellow and black birds, songbirds that evolution has pushed into the hummingbird niche, feeding on the year-round abundance of flower nectar.
What i really like in the tropics, is to move slowly, or not at all, and notice that I'm surrounded by scurrying life. I realize that for some people, the phrase "teeming with lizards" doesn't inspire comfort or glee.
