Sunday afternoon's relative quiet was shattered by the husky voiced lotharios of the frog world. Not the most melodic of sounds but clearly it enduced the necessary compliance in the coy Freda Frogs.
What passes for the garden pond is now full of the gelatinous clumps of frogspawn. So far I have counted fourteen spawnings. This equates to approximately twenty eight thousand eggs. Mortality rates for frogs are not very good, particularly during the initial metamorphosis from spawn to tadpole to frog. Perhaps as few as seventy small frogs will hop away from the pond hoping to return the following Spring if they manage to avoid nature's predators in the interim.