Maybe he’s under the weed

We call him “our frog” but we’ve been calling him that for so many years he’s probably the great great great grandson of our frog. For months at a time, he disappears. Then suddenly, we hear the familiar bonk, bonk, bonk in the night. “He’s back”, we shout.

Where does he go? How does he get back? Our house has a front wall and a closed gate. There are bitumen roads and suburbia all around. Does he come hop hop hopping up the street? Never seen a squashed frog but maybe. Does he vault the wall? How high CAN a frog jump? All is mystery. But we feel so privileged that he calls this tiny pond in our front yard his occasional home. 

February 2018

Answer to QQ3:

Prickly Moses wattle (acacia verticillata subsp. ovoidea)