Frogs

[Poacher]

My parents built a pond because they thought it would be nice. Someone gave them some frog spawn & they stuck it in the pond and have had frogs ever since. I don't think you need to do anything specifically for the frogs, but you should just read up a bit on garden ponds (your school pond website sounds good) and how to look after them. I'm slightly concerned that you say the pond is "...under a ... bush ..." because you risk getting it filled up with leaves and stuff from the bush. My parents put netting over theirs in the autumn to keep the leaves out as much as possible. Every so often (once a year, I guess) they'd give it a good clear out - I remember one time there being a huge pile of about 20 or 30 frogs that had come out of the pond as they'd drained and cleaned it.

demonstrated an easier way of producing a huge pile of frogs.

When I dug our pond, many years ago, much of the dug out earth was used to make a rockery and stream bed, as was the fashion in them days. I made hibernation chambers in the rockery and linked them to the pondside with spare lengths of 32mm/40mm plastic waste pipe left over from plumbing the bathroom. The frogs seem to appreciate them, judging by the numbers resident in the garden.

 

[ianrauk]

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YEAH! WHO YOU LOOKING AT!!!!!

 

[davdandy]

Many people have phobias,some are spiders,some snakes,heights,open spaces all sorts of things.For me its frogs,don't laugh but i am petrified of them.I don't really know where it has come from because as a young lad i used to go frog spawn collecting in the local ponds but now i scream like a baby when one is near by.I have to get the wife or a neighbour to take them out of the garden while i stay behind a firmly closed door.Brrrrrrrrrr,i am shivering just at the thought of them.

 

[ianrauk]

Many people have phobias,some are spiders,some snakes,heights,open spaces all sorts of things.For me its frogs,don't laugh but i am petrified of them.I don't really know where it has come from because as a young lad i used to go frog spawn collecting in the local ponds but now i scream like a baby when one is near by.I have to get the wife or a neighbour to take them out of the garden while i stay behind a firmly closed door.Brrrrrrrrrr,i am shivering just at the thought of them.

Caterpillars.... can't abide the things.. hate 'em..

 

[Archie_tect]

It starts with French kissing.

Frogs' porn.

 

[raleighnut]

Frogs' porn.

 

[Andy_R]

If you have the right kind of magnet you can make them levitate
http://www.physics.org/facts/frog-really.asp

 

[Archie_tect]

By the way I love eating frogs legs and snails (properly cooked).

...are you partial to a slug too?

 

[raleighnut]

If you have the right kind of magnet you can make them levitate
http://www.physics.org/facts/frog-really.asp

I've had an MRI scan too.

 

[Lisa21]

We have loads of frogs in our garden, and a toad living in my greenhouse. We have a small pond which is full of newts, but frogs only really need water for breeding, living conditions they far prefer nooks and crannies.. a nice pile of damp logs for example. You will hopefully find frogspawn in your pond next spring, but if you could make a wild corner of your garden with some old logs, rockery, and bushes they will prefer to set up home there.

 

[AndyRM]

Caterpillars.... can't abide the things.. hate 'em..

Finally! I have found a fellow sufferer. Shall we start a club and have badges and stuff?

 

[Archie_tect]

Fantastic eyebrows R.

 

[gbb]

I can't resist it...
My late dad dabbled with poetry, nothing serious but he liked some with a bit of humour...
Frogs in the Garden...


There are frogs in the garden, lots of them, scores
They tap the french windows, and kick at the doors
They just stand there grinning, staring at me
But what they like best is to watch the TV


If i open the door, they come hopping in,
Just one, then another, then the rest of thier kin
They crowd on the armchair to watch the TV,
If i sit quietly, they'll sit on my knee

I don't really mind them, they're clean little things
Not pests like spiders or black ants with wings
They just sit there quietly and watch the TV
But if i'm late home, there's no room for me.

My wife didn't like them, she didn't like frogs
She didn't mind spiders or big hairy dogs
But those little hoppers, they just were'nt on
So she packed her suitcase...and now she's gone.


Young Ruby too, she stays at the vicars
The last straw was finding frogs in her knickers


Oh how i guffawed and oh how i laughed
But the frogs grew angry and protestingly chaffed
They could'nt hear the telly, i was forced out the door
Now they won't let me in my house anymore.


Now all i have is an old, tatty bed
Where the mice used to nest, in an old garden shed
While the frogs watch TV, in their green yellow suits
Like Norwich City players, without football boots.

 

[Headgardener]

Pond is now dug, liner in and it now has a bit of water in there too. We haven't got stones in there yet, to bank up one side although we have one slopey side, as per the ponds for schools website. We've 'planted' a terracotta pot side on and Hubster is putting some sticks and leaves over it now as when we move the mattress tomorrow, the frogs will be homeless. Tomorrow we shall stick stones or something around the edges, to pretty it up a bit. Pond is about 1.5m x 1.2m and about .5m deep. This is the website that the schools site led us too. Nice and simple.
The man in the aquatics shop tried to complicate matters by going on about the liner needing to be this measurement, that measurement and the other measurement and pointing at the really expensive pond lining stuff. We found - in the bargain bucket - a 2m x 2m pond liner for a tenner. He went on and on about filtration systems, pumps, introducing plants and pointing us that the expensive end but we just wanted a liner today so that's all we got. I think that man was a bit miffed. When he started banging on about Koi, we politely declined any further advice and said that we were not in the market for big goldfish. We just wanted a little habitat for the frogs in our garden. He huffed off muttering 'pah, frogs' as we are obviously not the right sort of people for him to serve

The buddleia is mostly leaf free now as I've hacked it back quite viciously so that I could get to the back of the detritus pile. I doubt that I've killed it as killing a buddleia plant is neigh on impossible. The buddleia website says to do it in March but I couldn't wait for March to get at the rubbish. The rats were quite bad enough as it was. Our mad downstairs neighbour at the last flat, hacked hers back in October, to about a foot high, and all hers were fine. The plant has 2 choices anyway. Live or die.

I will try and remember to take a piccy tomorrow of our half finished pond We are really chuffed with it.

Buddleia will be OK just won't flower very well next year. Takes a lot to kill of a buddleia.

 

[Saluki]

Buddleia will be OK just won't flower very well next year. Takes a lot to kill of a buddleia.

That's what we thought. We've only cut back a bit of the Buddleia, so we could get at the rear of the detritus pile.

I can't resist it...
My late dad dabbled with poetry, nothing serious but he liked some with a bit of humour...
Frogs in the Garden...


There are frogs in the garden, lots of them, scores
They tap the french windows, and kick at the doors
They just stand there grinning, staring at me
But what they like best is to watch the TV


If i open the door, they come hopping in,
Just one, then another, then the rest of thier kin
They crowd on the armchair to watch the TV,
If i sit quietly, they'll sit on my knee

I don't really mind them, they're clean little things
Not pests like spiders or black ants with wings
They just sit there quietly and watch the TV
But if i'm late home, there's no room for me.

My wife didn't like them, she didn't like frogs
She didn't mind spiders or big hairy dogs
But those little hoppers, they just were'nt on
So she packed her suitcase...and now she's gone.


Young Ruby too, she stays at the vicars
The last straw was finding frogs in her knickers


Oh how i guffawed and oh how i laughed
But the frogs grew angry and protestingly chaffed
They could'nt hear the telly, i was forced out the door
Now they won't let me in my house anymore.


Now all i have is an old, tatty bed
Where the mice used to nest, in an old garden shed
While the frogs watch TV, in their green yellow suits
Like Norwich City players, without football boots.

We loved this. Best bit of poetry I've read in a long while.