Orgy

One Saturday evening, soon after we had moved into our house, we came back from an evening out to find a veritable orgy going on in our garden. There must have been a few dozen of them, shall we say delicately, courting. Some were entwined against the walls, others on the steps, and one cheeky couple up against our front door. We were flabbergasted, we had never seen a single one of them before. We went inside and had a cup of tea.

Later that spring we repatriated more than eighty of the lecherous beasts, who seemed to think we were their landlords, to the stream at the bottom of the hill. Since then we have had a much more modest permanent residency of about half a dozen in our very small garden pond, both frogs and toads.

We haven't seen or heard an orgy this year but the results are there in the pond for all to see.