Stop laughing at me!
This time of year, our garden is full of laughter. Well, laughing frogs. Also known as the Hungarian marsh frog.
As the name implies, they are not native. They were deliberately imported into a garden in Ashford in the Thirties, from whence they spread to Romney Marsh and thence west from ditch to pond unto our very garden. They never stray far from water.
The story is here.
If you would like to listen to four minutes and thirty three seconds of what this shit sounds like (and who wouldn’t?), be my guest.
Hello! Happy Monday. Everyone still here?
April 27, 2020 — 8:28 pm
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