As long as I have lived at Rahaullinen Farm, each summer there is a tree frog that resides in the front garden and will sometimes attach to the house. He sings his chattering raspy song from just prior to daybreak, across the day, and into the early evening at intervals. Sticky feet to climb well and very docile. If you are bound to photograph a frog, this is your species, as they sit well, and unlike leopard frogs, will not leap away the minute you open your hand. The boys were quite fascinated with his sticky feet.
“That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou seest the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west,
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the death-bed whereon it must expire
Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by.
This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.”
― William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets