I should have named him Mr. Magoo instead of Billy Bullfrog because my pond resident is blind as a bat. Perhaps, he’s not blind, but he surely lacks depth perception.
My late afternoon routine these days – barring rainstorms – is sitting beside our small goldfish pond and tossing live mealworms on lily pads for Billy’s dinner.
The one-year-old bull frog is pretty good at seeing the worms land on the pads. That’s when he gently turns and faces his target, stares it down until it twitches, then he blasts off towards the meal worm often knocking it 6 feet back on the bank.
“Billy, they’re just mealworms and they’re pretty slow. Take your time,” I advise. But he pays me no mind and attacks every worm as if it would be his last meal.
Sure, he gets a few, but his batting average hovers around .333. Later this summer, he may need some of that speed when he a juicy wasp flies by, but for now, I think Mr. Magoo Frog needs Lasik.