It has been a long, breathless summer from which I have often sought respite on the shady southern side of our old farm house. Tonight, as I paused for a cup of tea, I leant my forehead against the kitchen wall, only to find myself exchanging silent salutations with a small garden dweller. Separated merely by the cool glass of the kitchen window, a garden frog sprawled motionless, save for the silent, shadowed thumping of his heart against the glass. He is no stranger here … some nights he even appears with a couple of mates, but tonight he is alone, and wordlessly I rest my finger tips gently against his white pulsating belly and admire his athletic presence. How many insects will he consume tonight? Will he leave a dent in my backyard’s insect population?
Common frogs enjoy a diet of flies. moths and slugs, and my wee visitor obviously anticipates being treated hospitably … especially if it includes enjoying supper on my kitchen’s window sill and even more preferred if mosquitos are on the menu.
Outside below my window sill, an old copper bath has become a resident home for travelling frogs, tadpoles and snails. Dragonflies are always welcome visitors, while birds will frequently pause for refreshments or a quick dip in passing. Here also damp mud and gravel encourages plants like pennyroyal and soapwort to thrive.