Frog Song

1997 was the year of the frogs.

That summer our little backyard pond seemed to be a magnet for Bullfrogs. They'd come hopping in at night, establish their territory on a rock or a lily pad, the big ones sometimes eating the smaller ones, along with anything else they could get their mouth around.

They provided us with hours of entertainment and we even named some of them. “Bud” eventually became the biggest and he hibernated through two winters in the bottom of the pond. In the spring when I cleaned out the debris and leaves I'd find him dark skinned and lethargic, but after a little sun and a few bugs he was his old self for another summer.

After that first year, the frog population thinned out, I think Bud ate most of them.

I had taken hours of video with a hand held, shaky camcorder, and when I came across it yesterday I decided to edit it down to a little over four minutes of ribbiting video.

I call it “Frog Song.”