Earlier there was a post written about a frog that lives in the small manmade pond in the Fairegarden, see it here. The lament was that I could never even see the frog, he always jumped into the pond when I got close. His splash was seen out of the very corner of my vision.
It seems now that the same frog has gotten used to the traipsing gardener as she scrambles around the hillside, taking photos, pulling weeds and pinching seedpods from some of the hellebores, among other tasks.
Wearing the fancy hiking boots that I got for Christmas, a gift from The Financier that have been sitting patiently in the closet, too nice to wear and get dirty, until he suggested that they would be perfect for gardening on the steep and muddy slope and why haven’t I been wearing them, up we climbed to the area above and behind the pond. The zoom camera, Canon Powershot SX1IS, is turned on and pointed at the mossy rock where the frog is sunning himself lazily.
Click, click and more clicks as the frog did not move as I skootched closer and closer. I had enough of him just sitting there, why doesn’t he jump in the water? I might be lucky and click at just the right time to get him mid-air. I threw some small sticks at him. He did not move a wart. I looked around for some larger sticks and in he jumped. Okay.
There are some flowers blooming right now so the lens was pointed and the button clicked at some of them. The 20x zoom is so fun to play with on this camera. It does much better when the sun is shining, too.
It looks like the pond needs to be topped up. It has a leak and loses water, but only sometimes. I like to keep it filled up so the fishies have more room to swim, the birds can more easily get a drink from the rock edge and it looks prettier. The hose is kept nearby, at the ready for a quick fillup.
While the hose is spraying the area, we might as well water the newly moved daffodil divisions, the frog sits stoically on his perch. The hose is set down, propped on a rock to continue spraying while I fumble around with the camera. Maybe the frog will jump in with all of this ruckus.
Nope. Instead he darts back into a space between the rocks. That must be his hidey hole. I think this frog needs a name if he is going to hang around here for an extended period of time. Or is he even a frog? Or is he even a he? Any ideas out there in the blogdom? Research has been unfruitful for a positive ID, but he may be a Wood Frog. Or not.