Last Sunday it felt like it was summer and as I had to work on my condition I decided to visit the moor frogs by bike. It was a great experience cyclying through the woods and to see brimstones everywhere. I parked my bike against a tree and walked through the little path to the water and heard the bubbling noise of the moor frogs....woop.....wop wop woop.....wop. As soon as I saw the water surface in the distance I noticed plop plop and plop everywhere and the moor frogs were gone.
After a while I noticed a small frog profile between the vegetation and with my long-photo lens and converter I crawled through the mud on the waterside to find a better view.
From all the moor frogs which must have been there, this mister was the only one who dived under when I moved but immediately came up again and stayed near the waterside. I changed my lens and tried to come a little bit closer. Every movement from me was a kind of tsunami for him.
As my tripod is little bit too high in the lowest position in the shallow part of the water, I stabilized my camera with my both arms in the water and resting on a part of the tripod. After he allowed me to come very close I let him go as I was wet all over.
While I was emptying my rubber boots I noticed two eyes between the eggs and there was the second cooperating frog who allowed me to take some picture before she dived under again.
It’s a pity that these beautiful frogs are that shy here. I’m a bit jealous about some German and Austrian area’s where hundreds of blue frogs are busy with frogs and not with photographers.
Jibt dir dit Leben mal een Buff, denn weene keene Träne. Lach Dir'n Ast und setz Dir druff und baumle mit de Beene.