Frogwatch, spawn death.
Wednesday 18th March, another beautiful blue sky day.Every morning, the blackbird (or a different one, maybe one of those four juveniles I've been watching since last spring) singing his heart out: in the back gardens this year, so we don't wake to music, we have to get out of bed. . . But a star can choose his venue.
Frogwatch, sadly my first bucket of spawn didn't make it. The eggs were fertile but the jelly disintegrated, leaving the embryos with nothing to feed on. Ominous, but not yet fatal. Call it frost damage (it was still very cold when this was laid) and hope for the second sitting. But the females I've seen are all very stressed, very red. One new clump of spawn so far, I think it's fertile and the sun is shining. . .
One never sees frogs out in the Sussex countryside now. Deleted by pesticide run off, apparently.
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