The rains mentioned in the previous post did indeed come, but many hours after they were predicted – about twelve after finding the mantids. We’d gotten a bare sprinkling in the morning, which wasn’t anywhere near enough, so I’d gone out to water all the plants. Later in the day, naturally, we got a thorough soaking, which is how it goes, isn’t it?
On the back porch, a green treefrog (Hyla cinerea) sat at the storm door like a Dickens waif; frogs are good at looking forlorn.
Why it’s sitting like this, I can’t say, because they like the rain, and several frogs are out there right now voicing their approval – I think we just happened to catch this one as it hung out for the day. Or maybe its Frisbee got inside somehow…