I'm so old I Remember when:

Now I'm sad. You reminded me of summer afternoons spent "talking" to the bob-whites. I haven't heard one in at least thirty years!
I'm sad too! I used to live in Fairfax VA which every inch is developed. I then moved to Huntsville AL 20 years ago and see the same thing happening. However, the quail had already been extirpated in Huntsville, there are still box turtles which are going the same route as the Fairfax ones, getting mowed down and collected. I did see a record length rat snake on some land I bought. The neighbor's on either side are in their nineties, brother and sister and all the properties are large acreages with just cattle on them and leave wildlife along. I'm guessing nowadays it's hard for a snake to grow to 8 feet. We do have fireflies here but not in the same numbers I saw as a kid. Some thing with migrating birds. It used to be long lines of birds you could watch all evening. I'm so old I remember the teachers and the principal had the upper hand at school.
 
I would have hurt you. Severely. I hate frogs and toads. To find them in my bathtub would be a heart attack waiting to happen
....like I said: my poor mother! I also turned butterflies loose in the big picture window while the drapes were closed. She'd pull them back, only to have about 20 or so various assortments fly out into the living room. I won't mention the snakes I brought in......:oops:
 
I would have hurt you. Severely. I hate frogs and toads. To find them in my bathtub would be a heart attack waiting to happen
I once caught a bunch of tadpoles in the ditch near the house.
I kept them in a bucket in the shed and forgot about them.
One day Mom went to wash clothes and screamed.
They had all turned into frogs and filled the shed. :lau
 
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I once caught a bunch of tadpoles in the ditch near the house.
I kept them in a bucket in the shed and forgot about them.
One day Mom went to wash clothes and screamed.
They had all turned into frogs and filled the shed. :lau
I think I’ve told this somewhere. Anyway, when we lived in LA (not Los Angeles) one evening it was dim in the living room. Mom sees a brown lump of dirt, and goes to wipe it up. The “dirt” jumped a couple feet and she ran away screaming…it was a big old frog. I named him Monsignor Croak and kept him as a pet until we moved.
 
Now I'm sad. You reminded me of summer afternoons spent "talking" to the bob-whites. I haven't heard one in at least thirty years!
My son in law's parents own about 4,000 acres north of Abilene a ways that is dedicated to the improvement of the quail habitat. They've been working at it for a long while. They've been recognized for their work numerous times.
 
My son in law's parents own about 4,000 acres north of Abilene a ways that is dedicated to the improvement of the quail habitat. They've been working at it for a long while. They've been recognized for their work numerous times.
That's really neat, Pert! Hats off to them! ❤️
 
We caught a lot of frogs and toads, too. I used to sneak them home and put them in the bathtub. My poor mother. She’d pull back the shower curtain, and frogs would be jumping everywhere. 😆
Oh, yes, frog hunting! That takes me back. There was a little wilderness-y area next to a big local park by my house. It had some marshy areas that were great for finding frogs. We used to tell my mom, "We're going frog hunting, bye!" and walk there and find little frogs to bring home. We spent hours and hours roaming that park and wilderness looking at all the plants and critters, then come home for dinner at dusk, dirty and exhausted and happy, with a few neat-looking frogs that we turned loose in the backyard and never saw again. Simple joys, great memories.
 

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