It doesn’t take much to make me happy – a good cigar, an easy golf course, a new Sports Illustrated magazine on a Friday after work or frogs, preferably frogs in our lily pad pond. I find the little amphibians to be fascinating.
We have had a series of frogs to come and go in our small, above-ground pond. Some came from tadpoles, which I captured with the help of my grandkids, and some just showed up. Don’t ask, don’t tell, is my way of looking at those little fellows who popped up out of nowhere. I’m just thankful they were there.
We now have a resident frog in our pond and I’m fairly confident he came from a pair of tadpoles we introduced early this summer. The tadpoles had formed legs already, so I figured they would soon make frog status and they did, or at least one did. I haven’t seen the second little fellow yet.
A couple days ago, however, I had quite a scare. I saw Froggie perched on a lily pad facing me and when I spoke, it must have frightened him. He went flying into mid-air and landed on the ground below the pond, about an 18-inch plunge. I was concerned that the frog wouldn’t know how or could not climb his way back up into the pond. Two hours later, however, Nancy saw him back on his favorite lily pad, hoping a juicy mosquito would pass his way.
So I suppose frogs know how to take care of themselves when it comes to jumping, climbing and finding water.
After all, they are frogs.