have made over 40 visits to a single urban pond in Mérida during the first five months of this year, a striking testament to how raptors adapt when their natural habitat vanishes. This threatened species depends almost entirely on apple snails, and what was once dispersed across vast wetlands now concentrates on whatever shallow ponds persist in the city's margins.
appeared at the site in late June—a sign of trouble. These floating plants mat over open water, eliminating the shallow habitat snails need to thrive. For a raptor species that has already lost most of its range to agricultural conversion and wetland drainage, the presence of invasive vegetation in one of its last urban refuges is a reminder that survival in fragmented landscapes is perpetually precarious.
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The ferruginous pygmy-owl hunts at dusk and dawn in the same trees where milk frogs call at night, and a large frog on an exposed branch is within range of what that owl will take. The northern potoo, which roosts motionless against bark during the day, is active in the same hours as the frogs. Whether potoos take milk frogs directly isn't certain, but they occupy the same nocturnal canopy and hunt by sight in low light. The gray fox moves through the understory below and would take a frog that descended to the ground.
The milk frog's skin produces a thick, whitish secretion when the animal is stressed, which is where the common name comes from. The secretion is irritating to mucous membranes and likely discourages some predators, though it doesn't deter all of them. It's not venom in the strict sense; it's more of a deterrent, something a predator learns to avoid after an unpleasant encounter.
If you are outside tonight, or near an open window, listen past the ambient noise for something low and repetitive coming from the trees. Not an insect. Not a bird. A deliberate, carrying call from something sitting still in the dark. The rain will have brought them out. The sound, if it reaches you, is coming from a hollow somewhere above.
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