Migration

My gardening day started down at the greenhouse where some movement caught my eye.  It was a frog no bigger than a thumbnail.

Feeling it might be a little lost, I caught it in a flowerpot and took it up to the pond.  That's my good deed for day done I thought.

Later I was working up by the pond where i was mightily distracted by lots of movement.  Loads of little frogs were jumping about.  On closer investigation, these wee things had moved beyond the tadpole stage and were leaving the pond for pastures new.  Loads of them.

One might be hoping not to make such a quick return.