I may need to leave a Barry White CD and a bottle of fizz next to our tiny pond this evening…
Because the frogs just ain’t getting jiggy.
For the first time EVER we don’t have frogspawn yet, and it’s overdue.
I know there are frogs in there because I’ve seen ’em but they don’t seem to fancy each other (maybe I should leave six cans of lager because that usually works for blokes on a night out) or they’re all the same sex.
There’s frogspawn in the pond up at school, we know a couple of people who even have it in jars, AND the pond on the moor which is about ten minutes walk away is apparently full of frogs getting ready to orgy…
…but none yet in our pond.
Some clever sod suggested that if I was so concerned I should get in there and have a go myself but so far that’s a last resort, as is ‘kidnapping’ frogspawn which, if not yet illegal probably soon will be under another Tory government.
It does have it’s advantages NOT having frogs all over the garden (if you’ve ever accidentally ‘mowed’ a frog you’ll know it’s not pleasant)…
…but I’m being entirely practical about this
The pond is next to our main veggie patch and frogs eat slugs.
If we can’t get the frogs in the mood, it probably means that at some point down the line the broad beans will get eaten by the slugs NOT me for my tea because there isn’t enough of a frog population to keep them down.
So I’m checking every morning like some freaky amphibian dad.
Maybe I should get some ‘mood lighting’ installed by way of one of those rocks that has a solar light in it
…or maybe I should stop being a d*ck and get on with some work 🙂
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Be patient Tony – I believe Mother Nature is running 10 days slow this year.
Coming back North up the M1 the other day (from visiting new granddaughter in Reigate) it was very obvious that the hedges and bushes were much later than usual coming into leaf.
The old frog-hopping and slap and tickle spawning will no doubt get under way in time to save your “broadies” for you.