Spring Into Action

A strange thing happened recently. After 6 years of blogging, I lost my 'voice'. One minute it was there, then it was gone. I've countless drafts sitting in my google docs, but none made it here and I was beginning to wonder if my blogging voice would ever come back.

Perhaps it was something to do with the flu bug I'm now sharing my fourth week with, but gone it was and it's only as a result of taking these photos that I'm tentatively easing my way back in.
Until this week outdoor activities have been at a minimum. Yesterday that began to change as Mr G and I managed to take advantage of the spring sunshine and we headed out for a walk. It was an amazing experience as the reintroduction into the wild was bursting with spring sights and sounds and I'm really thankful we took the time to do so.

Spring
We walked at a steady pace for fun and not exercise. Because of this, we were able to hear and watch the various birds twittering with one another and just caught the sound of twigs snapping, alerting us to a fox running for cover in the distance. We listened to streams trickling through the undergrowth as they headed down to the river. When we stopped for a few moments and were really quiet, we were able to hear the soft, deep sound of male frogs calling for mates throughout the woodland.

We are in awe of the amount of frog spawn that's been laid in the puddles and ponds in the forestry. After the big machines and lorries departed, they left behind deep tracks all around the clearings which the frogs have taken full advantage of. There isn't a single track that we could see that wasn't full of the gelatinous spawn. We could hear the adults all around us but could barely get a glimpse. Whether they heard our tracks or could feel our vibrations on the pathways I'm not sure, but it was nye on impossible catching a glimpse of a frog, bar this one that we rescued before our young dog was tempted to play with it too enthusiastically.

Sorce: Spring Into Action

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