Weight: 213.8 lbs (kg)
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Okay, so… yesterday it stormed. Apparently bad enough for our power to be lost. I didn’t think it was all that bad, but apparently the power did. It got scared and ran away back into the generators from wince it came and it took a good 3 hours or so (thank goodness only that) for its handlers to gets its courage up again so it could power our house.
That being said… I really don’t feel like cycling today. Like… at all. So… I’m not. It isn’t a lazy thing, but more like a schedule thing. My partner worked a midnight to 8 shift as a favor for a friend whose department was struggling. Thankfully, he got home around 7. But I stayed up until 2 or something. Their store had been without power since 6:30 that afternoon, so instead of doing what he had volunteered to do, he was tasked to help remove all refrigerated and frozen inventory. There is no dairy, no eggs, no meat, no frozen, at his store. Gone. Want to talk about inventory loss? Ouch… Wouldn’t want to foot that bill!
When a storm rolls in, my partner and I often go out because the little froggies come out. The frogs we get vary greatly in size, but there is one that is just flat out adorable. It doesn’t croak. It doesn’t sound or, really, even look like a ‘normal’ frog. Instead it sings. You know, like a song bird. It chirps and warbles and sings.
But a sacrifice had to be made with their astounding ability to sing. They are dumb. Really dumb. They decide to go swimming in our pool thinking that it’s all great n’ all that but come to realize — to their shock and horror and, often, death — there is no way out.
Lo and behold, when I went outside to fill the feeder, I saw one floating in the pool all splayed out ‘dead frog’-like. Feeling bad, I casually scooped it up with the sieve expecting it to be a study in rigor mortis. But when I did, it curled up back to normal. I nearly squealed. It was alive!
I ran to the patio then inside and got fresh water and began to bath the poor guy, trying to get the chlorine off of him and out of him system. He sat still for the longest time, but when I put my finger near his nose, he hopped his front feet on top of it and just remained still. 😀
Canon 7D, Canon EF 28-135mm IS USM f/3.5-5.6, ISO 800, 1/250, f/5.6
I tried scooting him after a bit and he didn’t budge, so I made to grab him and he did this wild hopping — almost like he couldn’t control it. I’ve seen similar antics from these frogs, so maybe it’s just its species.
Eventually he stopped and I continued his bath. I sat there with him occasionally dowsing him with some fresh water. He slowly became more active and, seemingly, alert as he cleaned his nose and eyes a few times and looked left and right. It was neat watching the water puddle ripple due to his breathing.
Canon 7D, Canon EF 28-135mm IS USM f/3.5-5.6, ISO 640, 1/200, f/5.6
Eventually, he decided to walk away. He didn’t jump, but crawled/walked out of the puddle toward some place he had in mind to hide from the head. His movements were fluid enough, so I’m sure he’s doing fine now. Hopefully he learned his lesson and he’ll teach others not to jump into the pool!
I’ll be back on schedule tomorrow. Today’s kinda a fool-off, chill day. My partner has today and tomorrow off, so… we might as well enjoy it. An entry for today for the food may or maynot happen. Not entirely sure, since I really didn’t have breakfast. Just broke right into a rather not-so-healthy lunch.
Might spend some of today outside sitting still with my camera in my paws. I have a friend who is an admirer of lizards and we’ve got probably 6 or 7 back here — each with their own little territories.
Until later, be safe and enjoy y’all’s days,