Still, dark nights do not exist anymore...the water-level in the marshy
plot of land next to our house has risen and the constant croaking of
frogs is a reminder that there's much activity going around. The view
from the bedroom window is a sight to behold. Hundreds of fireflies
flitting above the reeds, it's as if a part of the sky is suspended at eye-
level and miniature stars are twinkling and circling the marsh!
Tomorrow, as with most mornings, I'm likely to be woken by the
raucous sounds of the moorhens. There's a brood among the reeds
and the mother often comes foraging in my backyard. I've not
managed to capture her on camera. With a furtive glance she flies
her short distances, over the wall. Maybe better luck, next time.
1 year ago