Last week as I was puttering among the plant containers, when out from somewhere pops a grey treefrog! I thought it was burrowed into the soil, and I woke him or her up too early. I gently put a thin layer of soil on it so it can dig back in. The frog each time jumps out from under. I cringe when I think there may be more of them in the planter, and here I've been digging out the soil with a smaller pot. I turn the large container on its side with the remaining soil spilling out, and left it alone.
All is well as he frog scurries away. Well until yesterday ... I hear a weird unfamiliar quacking bird like loud noise behind me. I look to see what bird it is. Nothing is there. Okay, I didn't turn quick enough. Later, I hear it again Again. No bird. In the afternoon late, I hear it much closer and louder. Aha! Its on my deck hiding. Maybe a baby bird? Peering under everything carefully, I see nothing, and no spaces left for a bird to hide. Then I remember the frogs at my parents house turning color, little tree frogs. I look again, and there he or she is inside the spaces of the planter bench looking just as cozy as can be (with what looks like a smirk on its face).
The dish pans under the planter bench with plants in them that use to fill up with rain were removed last week. A toad use to take a dip in the dish pan last year. I'm guessing the treefrog likes that water soil scent, and thought its a good home. I'm confident it can find the trees nearby well enough without my help. I did go out last night for one last look. It was gone. I don't expect to hear or see it again.
I was wrong. For accuracy before posting this, I took a quick look outside.
|Grey Treefrog resting on a stone weighing down lawn chair (planter bench in background)|