MOTORBOATS AT NIGHT

Cloudy Sunrise, 6 x 8 oil on panel

As soon as the sun goes down, it begins.  A sound like a motorboat, or maybe a dirt bike, but long sustained sound with short pauses.  We are staying at Luana Kai, an oceanfront property with a spongy lawn in front, and a waterfilled ditch beside.  And, as it turns out, a great place for frogs;  Or in this case, toads, the infamous Rhinella marina, or Cane Toad.  The call reminds me of the drawn-out tones of a didgeridoo, though the toads do eventually take a breath.  Some nights there are one or two, some nights many.  A toadly chorus to accompany the sound of waves.