I was about to clean out the acorns from the pond,
when I noticed some had tails and were swimming!
What I was seeing weren’t acorns, but itty bitty tadpoles.
I have watched them develop this week.
They are almost frogs.
They have stopped swimming and have climbed out onto the floating leaves
to sit in the sun and absorb their tails.
These tiny little frogs are precious!
Flow loves frogs
High volumes of frogs with high volume calls are taking the nights by storm.
This has been the froggiest summer yet.
There are frogs on the walls and
frogs in the walls.
Frogs on the windows.
Frogs on the doors.
Frogs on the gutters.
Frogs on the rocks.
Frogs right under our bedroom window. (Mercy!)
It is beginning to feel like an invasion here.
There are frogs everywhere and more on the way.
Somebody Save Me!
Frog Mama Flow
I suspect these high temperatures tricked my toad out of his torpor.
I am sure my snooping around weeding and cleaning also disrupted his winter rest.
He spent all day yesterday perched on this rock at the top of the wall.
I checked on him many times yesterday. He was unresponsive.
I did not touch him for fear he might plunge to his death, if disturbed.
He was still precariously perched last night when I went to bed.
This morning, I was pleased to find him in a less exposed location.
He has moved to a space between stones, not far from the hole he emerged from.
He still won’t look at me, maybe he blames me for early emergence. Typical toad attitude.
FLOW
Garden spies
They’re watching me.
They see my every move.
Garden spies
They’re watching me.
Garden Spies
They’re watching me,
watching me.
FLOW
I hate to be in such close proximity to so much promiscuity.
It’s my son’s fault you see.
He installed this new, fancy pond aerator
that lights up and blows bubbles.
Apparently, our amphibious neighbors find it irresistibly titilating .
For the past two nights, there has been raucous calling and continuous splashing outside our windows.
When we finally went out with flashlights to try to intervene,
we found revelers on and under every rock!
Frogs to the left of me, toads to the right…
Things were in such a frenzy, we were forced to retreat back inside.
The next morning, there was evidence of their activities floating all over the pond.
Yes, dear readers, eggs… by the hundreds.
This was a tad too much for a lady to witness.
These wild displays every night are rather shocking. That underwater disco-ball may have to go.
I hope the frog fraternity has gotten its spawn out of it’s system.
The same goes for those horny toads!
MAMA FLOW
