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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.
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