I suppose this pond is the perfect location for an amphibian. He is able to swim in the upper pool and occasionally sun himself on the rocks. Every so often we see him hiding in the bushes. He is safe from predators and must be doing well on the few bugs and worms in the flower bed because Gary’s grown quite a bit over the course of the summer.
Other than the occasional sighting, you would never know he is there. He doesn’t chirp. He doesn’t croak. He doesn’t call out at night. In fact, Gary is the perfect back-yard pet.
But I’m concerned for his future. Gary has spent his entire summer hanging out by the pool but has yet to meet a girl-type-frog. As far as I know, Gary’s never made any effort to expand the family line and the back yard pond, while pleasant in its own way, isn’t exactly a hoppin’ place for pickin’ up chicks (or frogs).
In fact, it is quite possible that Gary’s genes may end when winter arrives. My wife is currently knitting a toad sweater and hat but I’m concerned that some day soon Gary’s lineage will end with a light snow and a cold breeze.