May 13, 2019 by ebbtide heron Poetry efficiency, frogs, heron, hunting, life, micropoetry, nature, poem, Poetry 2 Comments following the tracks of the heron through the mud – after such swift efficiency, no frogs left for us to find © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
Ah…our road runners had three chicks year…and they’re busy eating everything they find…the wiser frogs stay concealed until nighttime. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Ah…our road runners had three chicks year…and they’re busy eating everything they find…the wiser frogs stay concealed until nighttime.
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They must be fun to watch! I’ve never seen baby roadrunners
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