My lovely deck requires lots of tree detritus maintenance.
Currently, it's nuts to sweep off the deck.
Lots & lots of nuts.
My peaceful deck is #1
I decided to clean the deck and throw some nuts away from near my rock stack.
My peaceful stack is #2
Something moved near my rock stack.
The view from above:
Right where this arrow was, was the tiniest frog.
To be honest - that's a stock photo.
I ran in, got my camera, tried to find & capture him on film, there, resting in my rock stack - & he blissfully hopped away.
#3
While I was liberating nuts from my deck and trying to "capture" the frog on film, I kept hearing a young female "cry out" a few doors down. "Mike. pLeAsE! Pleeeeeeez! Don't." over and over and over. Mike. Please. (I know there are good "Mikes" in life. Lucky-them. Me, not so much; I had a relative, Mike, who was a merciless teaser. This felt reminiscent of child hood or other times, where I was "not heard".)
I could not tell what it was I was hearing, for sure. I remember recently reading a little thing on Facebook, where a father heard a sibling teasing the other, there was many times that stop was said and stop did not happen. The father got all up in the event and made it very clear that the word stop means stop and you have to listen and you have to listen and you have to STOP.
Mike. Clearly. Ignoring. Her. Pleas.
It felt like that thing from Facebook. The plea was loud enough and continuous enough, I was emotionally disturbed. I did not know exactly where it was coming from, and I was ready to go confront them.
Instead. I yelled in their general direction. I yelled: "Listen to what she is saying! Listen to her!"
It stopped.
Whatever had been going on, stopped.
Don't we all have to interfere?
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