There’s a very new, very small pond in our garden. Raw at first, it filled gradually with rainwater. Then, before we had even decided what to do with it, nature began to move in. First, there was a huge yellow frog, which didn’t stay long.
Then a beetle.
We bought some plants to improve the pond’s appearance, but also for oxygenation purposes.
Great excitement ensued when we found that two frogs had taken up residence; their activities are monitored with immense enthusiasm. That shivery feeling when they emerge in the dusk to go hunting! Laughter as they plop back in. Of course, we also hope they will keep the slug population under control…
… and I decided to make the most of it by taking not one, but two walks.
It’s usually a problem, when Easter is so early, to find that elusive window of warm weather. I knew I couldn’t waste it when it arrived. So, off I set to a local park, where Spring is revealing itself in flowers and frogspawn. Fortified with optimism, I ventured further afield, to the uplands, where curlews bubbled, and lapwings (too few these days, alas) posed elegantly in the glowing fields.
Here are some pictures. More to follow possibly, as an antidote to the blustery grey that’s masquerading as Spring this week!
I found this rather attractive frog under the garden hosepipe stand. It was probably enjoying the shade and possibly hoping to benefit from some of the water dripping from it. (The hosepipe leaks!)
Of course, when it saw me, it froze. I was able to approach … closer … closer, snapping away like a paparazzo – until it took off disdainfully and hid behind some flowerpots. Who could blame it? My menacing reflection in its beautiful, blue-outlined eye makes me realise I would have done exactly the same!