Well, Readers, after a few days of over-excitement in the pond it looks as if most of the spawn has been laid. All that are left are a few hopeful males looking wistfully into the mid-distance. It’s cold–ish today, but promises to get warmer during the week, so maybe there will be a last flurry of activity. There is already loads of frogspawn, though, which doesn’t appear to have been damaged by the frost of a fortnight ago.
The mysterious white cat has been paying regular visits, but for the first time (fingers tightly crossed) there haven’t been any sad little frog corpses as there are during some spring times. The worst that the visiting cats seem to do is occasionally pat a frog on the head. Maybe they’ve learned that frogs taste awful.
And the flowering currant that I was so worried about last year has resurrected itself, and promises to be full of flowers, just in time for the arrival of the hairy-footed flower bees. Everything in the garden is a bit late, but it seems to be mostly getting there. I hope that spring has arrived in your garden too!
Lots of flowers in my garden. A rather splendid show of self sown dog violets and primroses. I’ve just put in a mini pond, with some native plants, close to where I hope frogs have been sheltering. No spawn, but maybe a bit late for this year? Fingers still crossed though.
I’d say not too late, frogs are a law unto themselves. Pretty sure they’ve spawned as early as February and as late as mid April in my garden….