After more than two weeks of freezing weather I was worried that I put off the yearly pond winterization too long. The fish are indoors, but the pump, filter and plants (some wild plants I transplanted from a nearby swampy area) were all ice locked. Not to mention the frogs. The pond attracts frogs from all walks, er, hops of life and if I don't transplant them at the end of the year they turn into ice encased frog mush. The past few days have been really warm, 60's and 70's and the ice on the pond opened up. With net in hand and feeling like a frog version of Col. Bruce Hampton & the Aquarium Rescue Unit I braved the chilly depths and scooped frogs...and leaves, and slugs, and earthworms, and rocks... After the photo shoot we all headed down the road for a tearful goodbye at the beaver pond. *SNIFF* see ya next year, froggies...
The photo reminded me of another old album from many years ago: Box of Frogs. I don't recall it as being all that good but that was many years ago, Today's New Jerry(tm) might enjoy it. At the time it was one of those purchases where marketing overwhelmed common sense.
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My uncle Jerry
was once having
an interview
with
a
bullfrog.
Asking it questions, like,
"What is your favorite food?"
(Silence,etc.)
When he saw it
hop
Into the pond
And come up
With a smaller frog
In
its
mouth.
Instead of trying
to save the frog,
He
ran
to
get
the
camera.