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Catching frogs by moonlight, Thanksgiving, sleeping beneath the stars, abseiling and falling out of a tree

Barefoot in a marsh, the moon practically full, head cocked for chirps and looking around slowly for any hint of movement–frog hunting in Africa. Surprisingly no mosquito bites and home with three frogs and a water scorpion (all released to … Continue reading

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