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Classic - death of a naturalist
alex beynon
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    • Classic - death of a naturalist Mix Photo
      All year the flax-dam festered in the heart of the townland; green and heavy headed
    • Classic - death of a naturalist Mix Photo
      Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods. Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun.
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      Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell.
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      There were dragon-flies, spotted butterflies, but best of all was the warm thick slobber
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      Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water in the shade of the banks.
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      Here, every spring I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied specks
    • Classic - death of a naturalist Mix Photo
      to range on window-sills at home, on shelves at school, and wait and watch until the fattening dots burst into nimble- Swimming tadpoles.
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      Miss Walls would tell us how the daddy frog was called a bullfrog and how he croaked
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      and how the mammy frog laid hundreds of little eggs and this was frogspawn.
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      You could tell the weather by frogs too for they were yellow in the sun and brown in rain.
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      Then one hot day when fields were rank with cowdung in the grass the angry frogs
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      Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges
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      To a coarse croaking that I had not heard before.
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      The air was thick with a bass chorus.
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      Right down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked on sods;
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      their loose necks pulsed like sails. some hopped:the slap and plop were obscene threats.
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