It’s been 12 months since the Family and I came up here (to Burrum Heads) for our holiday and I’ve been looking forward to ‘officially’ meeting some of the anuran residents up here. The past two years we’ve come up was during the La Nina floods and the frogs were everywhere, but I wasn’t so familiar with frogs then.
I’d been praying for rain (literally!) and it turns out that the evening we travelled up here, it rained pretty much non-stop from Cooran to Burrum Heads. Either we were following the storms or they were following us. Either way, it kept the trip interesting whilst we tried to avoid hitting any frogs or toads on the way up (there were many).
It was 12:10am before I was able to get outside any do some frogging on/beside a few quiet roads up here cause I wanted to take advantage of the rain (albeit only ~15 mils). Below is a few of what I found.
‘What did you say?’
‘Huh? What’s that flash?’
‘Aww darn! He took my photo!’
‘Don’t look at me’.
‘Stop looking at me!’
‘Ok, whatever – this is my better side’.
