Apparently we've had the wettest spring in 'our neck of the bush' in 111 years, and many folk are starting to complain that we haven't yet seen any sign of summer. But there are other folk out our way who don't seem to mind a bit...the frogs.
Inadvertently it seems we have created a small frog sanctuary in the gardens around our courtyard...hooray for us! We have plans to add a frog pond to the backyard at some stage, but it seems we don’t have to go to that much trouble. We often see little frogs hiding amongst the lily turf that lines the edge of our paved courtyard and under leaves in the planter box.
After a downfall last night we could hear at least three different types of croaks. I’m not a frog expert, but I think we mainly get sedgefrogs and rocketfrogs. I couldn’t tell you who made up last night’s chorus. We went to a frog call workshop a few months ago, but I wasn’t very good at recognising between a cr-e-e-e-k and a criiiiiiik-ik. Though I do know that none of the calls were toads.
And we’ve found it’s not just the toads that are hunting the frogs down. OE (the Over Engineer) found a little frog swimming in the pool during the week, but before he could fish it out a kookaburra swooped down to help himself to breakfast. Ah, the serenity.
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