Every night, starting in April and running through the hot summer months, you can hear what must be a "one thousand frog symphony" began to play as soon as the sun starts to set in the Secret Garden. Ever since we moved here, I have wanted to actually see one of those little critters. I have gone quietly down to the creek bank just before sunset; and crouched down. I could hear them; but, I have never spotted one.
This morning, right around 5:30 am, I went down stairs to water the wild flower garden before the heat of the day was upon us. (It's going to be in the triple digits all week.) As I started pouring out the water from the first watering can, I saw something jump--a something that was no larger than a cock roach. Yikes! Guess what? It was a teeny, tiny frog!