It's already here . . .

So I was initially going to post just a few of these "Cry Freedom" snaps of a frog Moira caught an hour ago.

Of Sidney zeroing in for a whiff. Fortunately she didn't take a lick and fall over in a hallucinogenic heap . . .

Of Ms. Smiley . . . Ms.? Keep reading.

She was surely one of the bazillion caught earlier this week that we then let go in the tall grass. Anyone notice why this buckle-full of frog should be rated NC-17? Ms. Smiley certainly looks happier to be tasting freedom then trapped in a closet, I mean bucket.

But as I was uploading pix, the wind came up HARD and I looked behind me at this.

Blowing in from the southwest . . .

was this meaty beasty!!!

I LOVE this time of year!!! Storms are the shizzle to my chizang, though I honestly don't ever want to find myself in the shit Parkersburg, Iowa, got hit with. In fact, I think I better check on my weather guy who's partying at the epicenter. I hope Bill Paxton's there.