It’s that time of year again, the time when I dread driving in the rain. Well, I’m probably exaggerating a little (as writer’s often do) but the rain can certainly cause a lot of anxiety in our home for waifs and strays. You see, our pond is home to many, frogs, toads and newts that use it as a yearly breeding ground. And when the wet weather comes at this time of year, it sends a signal to our amphibian friends to return to their breeding home. Preferring to travel in the rain, which prevents them from drying out, our little friends have to cross a road that runs through our village. I have spent hours (risking life and limb) helping these fascinating creatures to cross to the other side. It is sheer luck that I’m not the one being squished! Well, just recently, I experienced one of those life risking times!
It took me ages coming home from Marsh Cottage, where I visit on many a Sunday evening. It had rained all day so I knew what to expect. The lane leading up to our village was littered with dead frogs. A painful sight indeed! However, I did manage to help many of these beautiful creatures to cross the road without losing a limb.
Now, my kind and unassuming husband, who is very clever, has come up with an idea. We will make signs asking people to ‘slow down’ for frogs to cross. Meanwhile, he advised me to contact the environment agency to see if they can help. But because these little friends of ours are not in decline unlike the toads which are now protected, there will be no urgency (I’m guessing) in doing something about it. So this leaves me with no other option, other than the posters, but to start a ‘frog patrol’ to help frogs cross the road so that nature can take care of the rest.