I am balancing precariously, trying to avoid the mudslide
which will land me bottom first in the mucky culvert.
Not that it would be tragic, but a neighbor might drive by
at that very time and I'd end up on YouTube, going viral
on my birthday week!
Heavy rains always fill up the culvert, almost to my knees,
and the frogs come as if by magic. Last year pairs were bobbing
together, darn near drowning the lady frog,
and you know what that leads to . . .
I didn't see the couples this year but figured once the rains let
up I'd go and check it out. Now it's shallow and gooey,
trapping the babies, so into action I went!!
I got my Harpos's (Mizzou type) cups in hand and tried to find
the most concentrated areas. I know I can't save them all.
It would help if they were more cooperative but I imaging
all they have heard are stories of crazy college kids swallowing goldfish,
or country fried frog legs, like the gas station sells.
No, not for my froggies!
I scooped and drained, accompanied by Rumbles the cat
who was keeping an eye out for passing cars just in case
I did take the dive. Good girl, Rumbles!
Some were deposited in the courtyard fountain
to join their cousins who are already swimming around.
Some are now in the garden wall pond.
Poor hubby. He complains about the frog racket,
which can be ear splitting at times,
but that I find to be a gentle lullaby.
I love my frogs!