For the past couple of weeks, we have been reluctantly sharing our swimming pool with Fred. Sometimes he swims with us (surprisingly he isn't at all bothered by the chlorine - but then neither are we!); at nights he hides away in the undergrowth nearby. Unfortunately for our peace and sanity, he's a very noisy frog; the usual "ribbick, ribbick" simply isn't in his vocabulary, and he calls woefully for a mate all night with a piercing voice like a warbling bird.
Yesterday, we decided Fred would be better off in another place. At the very bottom of our hill is a large, open-topped, shallow, green deposito once used by the local farmer. In it live any number of other frogs. So we coaxed Fred into the pool net, tied a piece of plywood over the top and drove him down to his new abode. Let's hope he finds his soulmate there, and can concentrate his energy on other matters
Alec
