Rain, Rain Go Away

I hesitate to say this. I wish it would stop raining! I say that I hesitate because so many of our family and friends live in the Alabama and Georgia regions where there is a drought. We here on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, though, are water-logged. Our backyard has become a marsh of sorts, but the real bayou is several blocks back! The poor earthworms are frequent visitors to our driveway, trying to escape the deluge in their homes. (Yes, I DO move them before backing out in the car - probably much to the amazement of passersby as I carry their little bodies draped over a found stick to the edge of the grass).

There is one group of little folks who just LOVE all this wet weather: the frogs. Their chorus can be heard day or night in any yard, roadside, parking lot or wooded spot. I think there shall be no shortage of new frogbottoms on the windows this spring (you can read about Frogbottom and his friends at www.mississippiwild.com). That is, unless the Great Egrets cut their numbers too much. These gorgeous, huge white birds can be found often alongside Highway 90 here hunting for dinner in the flooded ditches. I think, though, that they have their work cut out for them!