Thursday, 4th March 2004, page 1 of 2
here again: three frogs, the first of many, at the shallow
end of the garden pond, which had been ice-covered for most of the last
week. It's a thrill to me that a truly wild animal - something as extraordinary
as a frog (well, it is extraordinary, when you think about it) - comes
into our back garden
and goes through it's rather dramatic mating routine: lots of croaking,
threat and bluster, watchful jewel-like eyes just above the surface: a
spring spectacular of sex and violence (threatened if not actual); the
staple of sensationalist drama.
But I mustn't forget the regular cast of characters in our long running back garden soap.
And the not so frequent visitors which have been turning up lately:
Richard Bell, firstname.lastname@example.org