Manly: frogs at sunset
June 29, 2012
As usual, the sun was setting as we were out for a hike. A few boobies were hunting, dive bombing for dinner near the cliffs We continued, quickening our pace through the chapparal-like scrubland. Yellow flycatchers darted for bugs from their perches. A shallow pond had formed in a sandstone clearing to the left of the path. It’s dusk now, and as we walk into the clearing we are surrounded by a frog chorus. The chorus is stereophonic but recedes as you approach. The sound comes to you. No grasping. Indeed, for all for the choristers, we didn’t see a single one. Continuing our darkening walk on a boardwalk through close eucalypts and unfamiliar bird songs, we skirted Little Penguin beach and the old coal works and made our way back to the ferry.
