Pegotty’s pond has tadpoles and one frog. My pond has only one frog, who I am choosing to believe is the neighborhood Casanova, offering what might be described as a hop on-hop off service. Certainly, his beautiful green jaw and white and black chest suggests he has great Handsome Prince potential. I am thinking of suing Peggoty for shared custody of the tadpoles so I can be a Grandma.
My bird feeder, bought at enormous expense, has failed to live up to its claim of being squirrel-proof. On day one, the squirrels worked out how to prize off the copper cap, giving them access to the first inch or two of food within the inner tube. Once they’d gorged on that, they simply gnawed down one side of the plastic tube and used their weight to tip the feeder, so the seed would fall out on to the ground.
A selcection of swallowtail butterflies have chosen this weekend to hold a family reunion among the Verbena, Scarlet Rose Mallow and what is left of the day lilies.