Croaking of the frogs

Hace unos días, al pasar cerca de un estanque, escuche un gran estruendo de ranas croando sin parar. Me acerque y al llegar a la orilla, de pronto…. el silencio. Pacientemente me tendí en la orilla, cámara en mano, y al cabo de unos largos minutos fueron asomando tímidamente ante mí, una tras otra, sigilosamente y observándome. De nuevo, al ver que yo no era ninguna amenaza para ellas, poco a poco fueron reiniciando «a coro» sus cánticos de apasionado celo. Los machos eran los solistas, estamos en primavera y comprendí que era «época de apareamiento».

A few days ago, as I passed near a pond, I heard a big rumble of croando frogs without stopping. I approach and when I get to the shore, suddenly…. the silence. Patiently I got on the shore, camera in hand, and after a few long minutes they were timidly peeping at me, one after the other, stealthily and watching me. Again, seeing that I was no threat to them, little by little they were restarting to chorus their songs of passionate zeal. The males were the soloists, it was spring and I realized it was «mating season». Continúa leyendo «El croar de las ranas»