I DON’T EVEN KNOW how to explain this one, except to point out they are all male frogs, and it didn’t end well. This poolside pile-up continued until the one on the upper deck managed to capsize the lot, and a fight ensued that lasted most of the day. (You can click the photo to see it a little larger, by the way.)
I shouldn't play favorites, but I guess the amphibian species and especially frogs are my favorite co-inhabitants of the garden, constantly amusing me with their antics and utterances (and eating a good share of unwanted pests).
‘HE’S HANDSOME,’ I’ll say, or “Doesn’t she have have great markings?” when someone is here visiting, and we’re at the edge of the water gardens. “How do you know he’s a he or she’s a she?” people always ask, and with the most common species in my yard–green frogs (Rana clamitans) and bullfrogs (Rana catesbeiana)–it’s pretty easy, even out of mating season: It’s all in the ears. [read more…]
THE OTHER NIGHT a newt ambled in after supper as if to join us for dessert. That morning, a pair of garter snakes had poked their heads up, periscope-style, from a stone wall. And nonstop frogpond madness: seven rambunctious male green frogs are fighting over one poor female. All are signs of a healthy garden where no chemicals are used, but also signal to me how important it is to make room for change in life: to shed a little skin, perhaps, or to try a change of venue every now and again (as do amphibians, which means “both lives”–in their case, land and water). Some photos of my provocative little friends. [read more…]
SWIMSUIT SEASON got under way last week in near-80 degree weather, but I hope the wide-awake amphibian darlings out back didn’t pack away their winter coats, since 16 degrees is forecast Monday night. As usual, the wood frogs (Lithobates sylvaticus) got the party started, quacking madly and even doing you-know-what right out in plain view. How immodest! A little slideshow of the bawdy bunch–the frogs of March. [read more…]