Friday, March 08, 2013

Patchy Morning Frogs

It is a good thing I wasn't thinking anything, or maybe I was, because the way the frogs are singing now you cannot hear yourself think from dusk to dawn, even if you are thinking aloud as Pinky likes to do because if she didn't think aloud how would she know what her thoughts were. What is she anyway some kind of mind reader? Some kind of part-Nubian mind reader? Some kind of what? What is she? Who's calling, please? Ribbet. Nothing but ribbet.

None of us would ever tell her what her thoughts were, since they mostly run along the lines of, "t-bone Abby," "eat more alfalfa," "t-bone Betty," "eat more grain," etc. So what with the frogs for the last few nights Pinky has been standing around in a daze unable to communicate with herself and leaving a big space at the feeder which Blue makes a point of filling.

"T-Bone Crayola," Pinky reminds herself.

Then, "what?" "speak up!" Then nothing.

Bless the frogs, the moonlight frogs and the patchy morning frogs and all the mighty-hearted loudmouthed little frogs. Bless you.

Speaking of Crayola, just like Sandy she has turned super-sweet. She isn't conceited like Crumpet, she is just a little humblebee. That's good because she isn't in the Baby Belle family so she has no business getting all full of herself, like Crumpet the Grand.

Our spring is coming on, no doubt, the frogs know what they are doing, they do not call a false spring, that is not how they operate.

Some day soon we will have a farewell party for the mud. We will do it British style, with cheery optimism, Goodbye Mud, off you go, here's your trilby and your wellies, sod off now and good riddance, you dirty brown chap!



3 comments :

Terry said...

"humblebee" now that is a perfect word. Just wish I had an animal around here that it suited.

Marigold said...

I am not sure you can trust those frogs. I thought you could trust those Woolly Boogers and they got things all wrong this year. Perhaps too much water seeped into their tiny brains and caused a malfunction. A frog, however, shouldn't have that trouble. Still, I would be careful. By the way, if Crumpet decides she is too special and must begin T-boning, simply stand on your toes and she will just go under. I think that is a well thought out and auspicious plan. Just be glad she isn't an Alpine.

Ozarks Goag Girl said...

HEY ALL YOU FROGS, SETTLE DOWN! YES, I AM USING MY TEACHER'S VOICE BECAUSE I AM QUITE SURE THERE ARE THINGS HAPPENING OVER AT HH DAIRY THIS PAST WEEK LIKE POSSIBLY NEW BABIES BEING BORN THAT WE BLOG READERS WANT TO KNOW ABOUT BUT IF NOBODY CAN CONCENTRATE BECAUSE OF YOU IT MIGHT BE THAT THE FARMER WHO HAS ALL INTENTS OF POSTING LOSES HER TRAIN OF THOUGHT AND GOES CLOTHES SHOPPING OR TEA ROOM TASTING INSTEAD AND THAT IS JUST NOT RIGHT. KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!!