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Jubo is the commonly used name for this snake; the term has Indian roots. They can be found throughout Cuba and rank just below the majá in size, often growing to over a metre in length. Their diet includes rodents, small birds, and even chicks... but the one you're about to see is its favourite prey.
It doesn’t kill his prey before eating it. It swallows it alive. And in the case of frogs, their shriek can still be heard even after being swallowed whole.
So...
Life isn't all roses.
I'm reminded of it by the shriek of a frog caught in the painful grip of its predator. It always saddens me to hear it... And my dog goes wild at the sound. She gets really distressed and starts searching frantically through the grass and dry leaves. But... what can one do?
Today we learned that the jubo is prowling nearby, slithering among the leaves of the mango tree. A neighbour saw it and pointed out where it was. I froze when I saw the scene. I thought of grabbing a broom to scare it off, to keep it from hurting the frog.
And yet, another thought took its place: Would I like it if someone came and snatched away my lunch—something I’d worked hard to obtain? No... I’d gladly give it to someone else, even to an animal, but I wouldn’t feel at peace if it were taken by force.
So I shrugged and reached for my camera to take this difficult photograph.
I’d never had the chance to capture anything like it before. It hurt. She was screaming in pain. Horrible... I had only a moment, and managed just this single shot.
Now, looking at it closely, I see how she holds onto him, clinging tightly, fighting...
It reminded me of a National Geographic documentary, where a photographer described going out each night to photograph lions. He hadn’t been able to capture a decent image—not because he lacked equipment (he had the finest), nor skill (he was a professional), but because it was a matter of emotion.
It took strength to take that heartbreaking photo. He couldn’t press the shutter when he saw the lions attacking a zebra. What a cruel spectacle, isn’t it? Not everyone is cut out for that.
It took a long time before he could bring himself to take such a photo. But it was necessary. It would document research into those lions’ habits and behaviour. It was also important material to help understand many things under study at the time.
And after all, everything happening there was natural—that's how nature works, and we shouldn't be horrified. It's the food chain... basic survival.
It's true that this kind of photography... sparks important ethical debates. I know of cases where photographers have chosen not to take a shot when witnessing the clear distress of a bird that was attracting predators.
A photographer must never be an intruder, but rather handle the situation with respect and distance.
Could it be that my neighbour and I were the ones who changed the course of events today? 🤔
Maybe...
The frog escaped!
She fell from the mango tree and the jubo vanished as if by magic. I was overjoyed for her—though I don’t know whether she’ll survive the bite.
The photo turned out blurry due to camera shake. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to disturb her any further. And I told my dog to move away and stop sniffing the poor little creature.
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Good morning @nanixx, this is the second time I've read your post and you mention National Geographic. Last time, you helped a baby bird or baby birds (I can't quite remember) climb a wall. This time, you stayed out of it. It's funny that you mentioned National Geographic because that's how one of my upcoming publications ends.
Coincidences aside, I think I would have done the same thing. Not intervening and trying to take the photograph. The issue of my intervention is not so simple; if the lunch had been one of my new neighbours, I would have intervened.
What I am sure of is that we influence the course of history when we intervene and when we don't. There is also no room for doubt: you are a very good person.
I wish you sweet dreams.
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Good morning, I hope you had sweet dreams too.
I’ve had some lovely dreams—full of messages. I think someone’s trying to tell me something in the midst of these difficult days.
Yes, I told you about that… about NatGeo. And I think I’d also made the first passion fruit juice from my own harvest. ;)
Of course you’d get involved—those neighbours are more than just neighbours now. They aren’t just doves that nature guided to your balcony to nest.
By now, a tangle of emotions ties you together, even if they remain free and must face the cruelty of the world—like my Yin, for instance.
I haven’t wanted to say it… but Yin disappeared more than fifteen days ago.
I’ve been so sad about it.
He simply left one night and never came back.
I think I lost him… that somehow, he didn’t make it. :(
How sad I am about Yin's passing, and how many times we communicate from a distance without really knowing how that person we are interacting with is truly doing. I am sad.
However, I am also sure that those messages you are receiving speak of good things that are already coming.
I am with you from here. 🫂
I feel like crying every single day… and at some point, I end up in tears.
But I have to keep going, there’s no other path. I’ve said it many times in my posts: I’m overwhelmed.
Thank you so much for being there. 🙏
esto es verdad.
Hola @nanixxx, estoy intentando escribir algo que te pueda aliviar y no sé me ocurre nada. Te diré que hace ya tiempo que no vivo el estar, y no digo sentir, una situación con tanta carga, y se que al final acabamos encontrando el camino. Esa es mi experiencia.
Mientras tanto, si crees que te puedo echar una mano de alguna forma, dímelo.
Creo que la mejor forma de echarnos una mano es no dejar que nada nos venza. ¿Sabes? cuando voy en bicicleta hay curvas, huecos, lomas empinadas, sol, gente insensible... pero después, de alguna manera, estoy sola, tranquila, impulsada en una callecita bien asfaltada, y con el airecito en la cara. El sudor se siente fresco sobre mi piel, bajo la ropa, y sonrío porque en mi lista de reproducción suena una bonita melodía también. Me hablo y me digo que todo es maravilloso. Y así llego a casa y me recibe un mundo real, de frutas, con una perrita que corre como loca de una habitación a otra y me alcanza su pelota, y voy a mi nevera y tengo yogur y me preparo galletas y me como un mango y miro revolotear a las mariposas y a los zunzunes entre los árboles... miro mi laptop y me comunico con personas increíbles como tú. Mi madre me llama, mi abuela con 93 años tiene una memoria que ojalá tuviera yo... y mi hermana me dice que me quiere, desde la distancia. Me dice... Anaraycita, deja el estrés... así que la vida está aquí para vivirla. Y son tantos detalles que cada día nos rondan, nos moldean... y así también nos reinventamos. Y damos un poco de felicidad y tratamos de que la tristeza no se nos note, pero es que para comprender cuando se es feliz, es necesario haber estado triste alguna vez. Y ya... quizás entiendes y entiendo lo que quiero transmitirnos.
Gracias otra vez y ¡arriba!, ponte de pie, que yo no dejo de hacerlo aunque a veces tengo el rostro mojado.
Eres un ser espectacular, y siento gran alegría por tener la suerte de conocerte y de compartir momentos como éste. Te dejo una foto de mi vecina... En la que proyecto muchas cosas mías.
🤗 ay... hay que ponerle un culero. ¡Qué estropicio! 😄
YEUCH!
But I guess that is just nature being nature
😕 It has its beautiful sides and its ugly ones.
Life isn't all sunshine and rainbows... it is what it is... nature is very wise and we must let it take its course... but just because nature or the source or the universe knows everything and does what's best doesn't mean it's all good and beautiful and sunshine and rainbows. Sometimes the hardest path is the one that leads to success. A respectful photographer... but I tell you, I would die of sadness listening to the frog...😌
Well, I feel deep sadness every time I hear it. This week, the Jubo has hunted twice.
I took the photo because my neighbour was there and saw it happen, but I won't even look at the place myself. It’s truly heartbreaking…
I know that's the way nature works, but it pains me to see animals die. I can't help it... but that's the food chain... that's how it is.
And that final twist: the frog escaped! I couldn't help smiling, it was like a small respite in the midst of so much rawness. Life sometimes surprises with an unexpected, almost poetic outcome.
Thank you for sharing something so real and sensitive. Your post reminded me that even in the hardest of times, there is room for contemplation, for respect and for letting nature speak to us.🐍🐸
Greetings👋
In life's complexity and its many faces, beauty also resides.
Greetings.
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Difficult shot, but in the end, it all comes down to nature; it’s how life has evolved on the planet—pure survival. It’s a pretty tough topic to discuss, but like it or not, it’s nature. An amazing photo you took, worthy of a NatGeo documentary!
My camera isn’t focusing very well… it’s been on its last legs for a while, but it insists on staying by my side. So it’s not that big a deal, but thank you!
The frog’s cries are incredibly hard to bear, believe me.
It’s not something one can dwell on too much… dear God, it’s awful! 😖