Tom said he saw a frog in the pond yesterday when he went to get the mail. It’s a gray warm day out there, so out I went, armed with the video camera, to see what I could see. Well, I rounded the corner of the house and I heard about 15 splashes: all frogs on deck decided they were camera-shy.
I can see one now from my window seat, but I won’t bother to try to take its picture.
It’s December 12th, for crying out loud! I just hope, for the frogs’ sake, the weather settles in to one season or another. I am not sure if their internal calendars are telling them this is December or March, but if it’s happening in our little pond, it’s happening elsewhere, too. I just hope the poor buggers don’t go into baby-love mode and hatch out some tadpoles. They’d freeze.
The green thing? It’s the pond de-icer (helps keep the fish alive, not ice off the pond; it only thaws a hole about 2″ wider than it is). The pond had 2″ of ice on it on Thursday.