Today we took a trip to our local swamp, er, “wetland habitat” — a cattle pond on the western edge of Briones Park, by the Bear Creek entrance. We caught a bunch of frogs, including two very large bullfrogs, Rana catesbeiana, which I netted with great difficulty, wading in the muddy, plant-choked pond up to my neck. My son busied himself catching small treefrogs (Hyla regilla) on the banks and in the reeds. Big black cattle came right down to the pool and waded in a ways to drink, churning the shoreline to an oatmeal-like ooze with the power to suck your shoes right off! We went last night to the same pond, and watched the bats frolic in the air while a large owl serenaded us and several bullfrogs croaked out their bass mating song.
The first creature we found was a brand new dragonfly, just emerged from its nymph’s shell, still green and soft and fragile.