For days Frog was silent. He kept me company when I was pulling weeds in the garden, because I worked as far away from him as I could. He jumped in the water as soon as I walked back to the house. As I ate breakfast on the porch, I thought I saw him in the water. Yes! I heard a croaking sound and saw his throat expand before the next short song. The word “song” is the wrong name, because he is a monotone.

I thought I detected movement and found the second frog several inches above the first one. This frog was on the edge of the pool above.

I actually saw it move down to the ledge below where the waterfall will spill water into the lowest pool.

I am torn with indecision. I want to get the waterfall going, but I’m sure the frogs will leave if I do. The water is murky and full of leaves. The next time I walk by the pools, I’m going to look for spawn. If it’s there, I’ll wait to see what happens. There is a stream within hopping distance, so they do have a natural place to go if I start the waterfall.