A few days ago I expressed hope that Mr and Mrs Jeremy Fisher would return to the wildlife puddle at the Maison Des Girrafes, for if they did, I'd know that Spring would truly have Sprung.
Well, today was a sunny Spring day like we haven't seen so far this year, and Gees Minor and Minima rushed in from the garden to say that they'd seen Mr and Mrs Fisher actually at it, with another frog stood by, presumably just watching: and that a healthy dollop of spawn had appeared. I'm always late arriving to that kind of party, so by the time I arrived at the pond I saw just one (1) frog
whose expression seemed more inscrutable than post-coital. There was, however, quite a lot of spawn
that hadn't been there yesterday. Disappointed at having missed the action, Gee Minor drew me a kind of you-are-there wildlife-documentary image of her recollections, which I of course immediately photographed for your perusal.