Mr Stoatie decided it was time to take the netting off the ponds this morning, everything’s so ahead this year he was worried that frogs would start gathering ready to spawn. My pleas to wait a week or two fell on deaf ears, and so the moment the rain lightened a little we donned the waterproofs and headed outside. I tried not to sulk.
The garden looks like a bomb crater, eighteen months of the Daughter’s dog and a couple of months of heavy rain has totally wrecked it. It was hard to tell where the pond ended and the garden began. Mercifully it’s a lot quicker to take off the netting than it is to put it on, but since we haven’t been able to get out and rake up the autumn leaves it makes me wonder if it’s been a waste of time his year. I expect we will have a lot of leaves blow in yet.
Once the netting is off we search through the leaves that have been lain in the water on top of it, and check for frogs. They’re sleek, shiny and slippy as jelly rabbits. Wrapped up in a protective layer of mucus to protect them while dozing in the dark. We found a total of seven this year which is still on the low side, years ago we would have twenty plus. They’re pretty quick considering they’ve been snoozing. We did persuade one to pose for a photo shoot before popping it into the pond.