Well, well, well, will wonders never cease this summer. When we last left off Firth had hopped into The Pond. Soon after, he was joined by Frogue. Two rather handsome frogs spending their days sunning on the rocks, swimming together, and even cuddling in the pennywort. The only thing I didn’t see them do was hopscotch. Not to say they didn’t, just that I never saw them.
Last weekend they disappeared and I was quite concerned because Rockii the neighbourhood racoon had been visiting and we know what its favourite food is. Little did I know those two had hopped off for a weekend get away. Now I understand why.
So far I’ve counted 18 wee frogs, woooooooo hooooooooooo, I gots babies !!! They are perfectly formed (not unlike poor Jack Sparrow a few years ago who had only one eye and swam in circles), and could easily sit on a loonie with room to spare.
They spend the day sitting on the stones surrounding The Pond, floating on the water lettuces and just having froggie fun. I can always tell when there’s a creature near by as the Plop! Plop! Plop! from their jumping into the water echoes thru the garden. Watching them I’m reminded of new born lambs trying out their legs, kicking and prancing thru a meadow.
Firth did return and he is now named Firthess ‘cause it’s kinda fitting. She spends most of her day on the throne watching over her brood. Where Frogue is, only he knows. Perhaps he hopped off to a less noisy pond.