We have a small pond in our side garden. It is overhung with trees and less than a metre across, but the other morning it hosted a veritable lovefest of frogs. I heard the rumble of croaking little voices at around six am, and when I looked out of the upstairs window, the surface of the pond was alive with them. When I took a closer look I saw at least five adult frogs, some of whom were definitely up to it! There was also a very large clump pf frogspawn. The interesting thing was that by the same afternoon, all had returned to peace and tranquility. Where have the frogs gone, and have they left their little tadpoles for me to raise in our tiny pond?. I am a bit spawned up at the moment and feel the responsibility. The mystery deepens when we realise that there are no other ponds in the whole village as far as I know, and the river is more than a quarter of a mile away, across the road and through acres of parkland. Anyone with frog expertise, do get in touch!
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