Not a frog in sight!

Though the weather remains unsettled, a change in air-masses brought a big drop in temperature overnight and it was hail rather than rain rattling on the roof. So perhaps it was no great surprise to find not a single frog in the ponds this morning – the gelatinous result of their passionate trysting the only sign that they were ever here. I wonder where they have all gone to now. Back into some kind of hibernation until spring 'proper' comes, if they've any sense. In the meantime, we shall endeavour to protect at least some of the spawn from the depradations of our local Mallards, which seem to time their annual springtime appearance in our garden to coincide perfectly with the 'hatching' of all those protein-packed little tadpoles...