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More L. Frogs

Okay, so for many days, there were just two Leopard Frogs in the water trough.  They like the bird beach, but sometimes they sit on the rim and look out over the countryside, and sometimes dive down to the bottom of the trough and sulk.  But for many days there were only two of them.  I had for sure thought the biggest one got nailed by the roadrunner as it had not shown itself for days.
Then the day before yesterday, the big one showed up again.  But wait, that's not all.  Yesterday a fourth one showed up; so we had four L. Frogs on the beach at one time.  Then the big one jumped to the rim and stared longingly out over the front yard, and I thought, here we go, I can now witness how they appear and disappear, because he is going to leap out, and go on some journey out into the gravel and into the weeds.  Nope, after a few minutes, wheeled around and back into the water.
No telling if they are making sojourns or not.  Maybe at night when it is safer.
Keep in mind that we have not had rain for some six weeks and the territory outside their small world of the water trough is dry as a bone and frogs like water.
Well, L. Frog is not all that dependent on being in the water all the time.  A web search of their habitat indicates that often a L.Frog will venture out of its pond and go foraging off in the woods for food.  Not sure how good they are at finding their way back to the tank, as there seems to be only one in the tank at this time.  Maybe Calaveras is further away than I thought it was and it will take them longer to return to the tank.

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