Gweek-gwaark: Wild orchestras of the night
With his hands cupped to his ears, mouth open and his thick, long ponytail, Marius Burger looked, just then, remarkably like a surprised bat-eared fox. On the nearby highway a truck sledgehammered brute sound into the darkness and a motorbike sliced the night like a white-hot machete. “You hear that?” Burger demanded. “Ping-ping-ping-ping-ping like a tiny marble dropped onto a hard surface? Dainty frog – Cacosternum platys. Over there. Hang on, I’ll find it.” He squelched through the soggy wetland, his long-suffering jeans clinging to his wet calves, and crouched, all bewhiskered...
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