Surprised? Yes I was. I heard a rustling in the leaves beside Tiny Pond and then I managed to track a small golden frog as it leapt from hiding place to hiding place, and then dived at full stretch into the pond. Which was a good thing, because the surprise was to find a frog covered in white fluff.
Here it is, camouflaged by the fluff and leaves. It didn’t look happy. Fortunately, as soon as it dived into the pond, the fluff washed off and the frog looked like a frog again.
The fluff culprit is a large tree in our neighbour’s garden which releases snow-like pollen once the temperature gets above fifteen degrees. I think it’s a Birch.
Lion Pond is further from the snow machine, so it was all quiet and sunny there with tadpoles basking around the Victorian tiles and pebbles. They are starting to develop although it looks like legs are a long way off.
Back in Tiny Pond, it’s all quiet and I can’t see much because the sun has moved off the surface and is now behind the Hawthorn trees. But wait… here’s another snail doing its thing.
FROG BLOG 