For about the last two months, there’s been an American toad looking for love in our pond. This guy has a call that is like a long, low, trilling whistle; one note (or near enough for my ears), somewhat insistent. People would think it was a cricket, but it’s lots louder than that. There have always been somewhat raucous chorus of green frogs in the pond too. I am not so sure if they’re looking for love or just being bellicose. Either way, they’re welcome to do their shouting.
There are still a few green frog tadpoles in that pond now. We’re slowly watching their legs sprout. There must have been two batches of tadpoles, as there are a bunch of tiny green frogs in there now too. The new froglets, including their soon-to-be-lost tails, are about 4″ long. Lose the tail and they’re about 2 1/2″. The adults are 6-7″ if you stretch their legs out.
I love the pond. It’s outside our dining room, about 12′ from the house. It’s not too big, but big enough to support quite a slice of water life. I like encouraging this little slice of biodiversity.