I put him in the bathtub to see if he could swim.
He drank up all the water and gobbled up the soap!
And when he tried to sing a song, had a bubble in his throat
We have a tiny little pond in our back yard that appears to be popular with the froggy set. This is the second year that we have had the long legged hoppers hanging out and for 2 years I have tried to get a good photo on one but alas, they tend to hop or dive and all I get is a greenish grey blur. Well, our dog Roger is a coon hound and they are always alert for even the smallest sound or slightest scent. Roger finally caught wind of that frog in our pond and he was bound and determined to find it and catch it. I caught it first, thankfully, and recorded it ...can you say on film if you don't use film?....with my camera.
He/she is a green frog and very common all over the U.S.. I am hoping that some eggs get laid and we have 7000 tadpoles swimming around next spring. Wouldn't that be fun! Jumpin' Jim has this sound that he makes that sounds like someone plucking a really big rubber band, it is a pretty cool sound.
There is a city in Connecticut called Windham that has a great story in their history that involves frogs of the Bull variety. Windham was one of the leading towns of the day in the mid-1700’s, with a bustling 1000 residents. Residents had a lot of ongoing issues to deal with; disease, the French, local Indians and rumors of massacres and horrible atrocities. The times were hard. Windhamites often thought about the possibility of an attack, so it’s no surprise that on a hot, dark, June night in 1754 they thought their nightmares had come to life.
A servant of the parson named Pomp was returning home around midnight, after seeing a lady friend at a nearby farm house. As he walked down the dark road, he neared the Windham Green. It was there he began to hear a strange and terrifying sound echoing through the night air. The noise seemed to come from everywhere at once. Pomp rushed home to awaken his master, shrieking all the way. Parson White then proceeded to sound the alarm, waking those who had not already been aroused by this awful sound or by the screaming of Pomp. As the noise continued, most thought it was an Indian ritual and by morning they would surely all be dead.
People began running about. Women shrieked, children cried, and men prepared for battle as the strange and mournful sound continued. A makeshift, ragtag army assembled on the green. Men were running about armed with pitchforks, knives, clubs and old swords, while only a few actually had guns. Confusion and fear swept through the village as the Windhamites listened and waited.
Some claimed to have heard the savages calling, “We’ll have Colonel Dyer, Colonel Dyer, Elderkin too, Elderkin too.” Well, both Elderkin and Dyer were prominent lawyers in Windham who had recently planned a colonization project in the Susquehanna Valley, which would greatly irritate the Indians. This scared the townspeople even more. Many claimed to have distinguished Indian chants and drums among the noise. Others said there was nothing on earth that could make such an outlandish commotion and contended that it could only mean one thing; it is the judgment day and nothing could be done to save them except prayer. They waited and prayed expecting that they would all be dead by morning, but the savage army never appeared and judgment day did not arrive.
Colonel Dyer, Colonel Elderkin rode their horses up Mullin Hill toward the strange sound to determine just what it was. As they approached a small pond, they found that this was the source of the commotion. Some reports contend that the riders actually fired shots toward the pond. Whatever happened that night is not clear but what they found were—thousands of dead and dying frogs, some still making their war cries. No one is sure why the frogs died. The theory held at the time was that they died fighting each other, possibly for the small amount of water in the lowered pond.
When the men returned and reported their find, the townspeople were humiliated. “Some were pleased, and some were mad, some turned it off with laughter, and some would never hear a word about the thing thereafter. Some vowed that if the Devil himself should come they would flee him, and if a frog they ever met, pretend not to see him.”
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