Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tastes like chicken
I looked out on the pond today to find a floater--a birdie who was meant for dinner, but didn't quite go down as planned. Nuthin' like fishing out floating birdies to make your day. I saved it for Joe--I know how much he loves doing icky stuff. I'm nice like that sometimes.
I haven't quite figured out the frog situation yet--mostly I only see two frogs, but last night I saw four. This may not sound like a big deal to most folks, but frog count is big around this house. It's like a nightly announcement how many frogs we have at any given moment. I'm still curious as to what happened a few weeks ago with "the killing"--the mysterious death of one of the frogs.
A few years ago, I had two female frogs that were beastly. They were swell friends, but they chased off every other frog until it was just the two of them. Then, when spring came, the two hopped off in search of boys....food...or death...whichever came first.
I'm still trying to determine if that is what I have going again--two tough gals dominating the pond. It's hard to sex frogs--IF they stay above water long enough to get a good look at them, it is still very difficult to see if that eardrum is large or small. For some reason, the frogs don't like me staring at them. Sheesh.
Year after year, I wait for grandbabies. In all my years of having the pond, we have never been blessed with eggs....or tadpoles. The fish go nuts--we've had generations of fish, but never frogs. I wonder what is with that? I always think this may be the year.
The pond never ceases to amaze me.