THE POND BECOMES SUDDENLY POPULAR with Frogs (Rana temporaria) this morning. I count eleven, two arrive as I watch. Plenty of activity but, when I check at the end of the day, no frogspawn. It might appear overnight.
Rain all day, often heavy, but in the late afternoon drizzle there is a chorus of bird song from the wood. Most prominent are the eccentric, thrice repeated phrases of the Song Thrush. In the background a Pheasant gives a grockle.
Three Mallards fly up the valley. A pair of Wood Pigeons have centred their territory on the ivy covered Ash tree at the edge of the wood.