An hour ago, Mrs T sent me on a message to Frog’s next-door neighbour’s house. A glorious sunny September noontime, roses tumbling over the fence, bees buzzing, as well as motor mowers.
I turned to go, and distinctly heard a frog croaking from Mrs T’s friend’s bushes. Perhaps Frog’s resident frog has not wandered too far from her little pond.
Abel found two of this year’s froglets in our pond yesterday!