Last week, Rosie from Corners of my Mind wrote a post called It's Murder on the Pond Side!
As soon as I read the title, I had a good guess as to the subject of her post, because it's happening here too!
The pond is full of this...
Many, many croaking, copulating frogs have endeavoured to produce, and produce they have. The writhing, boiling, churning waters are now filled with huge slimy blobs of egg filled transparent jelly, looking very much like a large vat of anaemic kiwi and lime jam.
The only problem is that, while the frogs are busy copulating, they tend to be somewhat preoccupied and unaware of lurking danger. This failure to take sensible precautions makes them easy prey.
And these guys know it!
They turn up like a pair of hooded Nazgul, settle like silent shadows and watch... and wait... and kill!
Last spring, I found a number of picked-at carcasses lying around the pond and on the path. Twice I saw wriggling frogs being carried away in sharp, clutching claws and twice more saw dead bodies being ripped to shreds by long vicious beaks.
I suppose I'll have to buy a roll of netting!