Today was a chores day. We helped with the destruction of the old furniture in the rancho building and constructed new bunk beds.
We went for a night walk around San Fransisco and down the road towards the lagoona. There were large ponds by the road where smokey jungle frogs and olive treefrogs were. Frogs seamed to exist in these ponds at all stages of life at once.
Egg masses weighed down the thin branches of small palms while tadpoles scattered at our wading feet. Among the bushes and growth still above water in the pond I noticed another stage of life. A stage in between tadpole and frog. Tiny froglets still retaining their tails but also able to cling to the plant life and hop about awkwardly on their new limbs. The mating calls of the adult frogs only deafened when you got a few feet away from the caller. More would start up calling again from the way you passed. We were surrounded by frogs.
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| Drinks by the pool table |
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| One of the many games of pool |
Although the Red-eyed Tree Frog which we were searching for eluded us we still enjoyed the games of pool and drinks at the Vista bar before turning into our beds for one of our last nights at Cano Palma Research Station.
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