To be honest, this guy showed up when the original pond was still in place. He didn't actually "show" up because I never saw him. But I sure heard him. All night long this poor guy croaked his heart out, yet never did he attract a mate. I searched for him in the grass and bog garden, but his sound was hard to follow. I believe there is a evolutionary reason for this. (I also read that when threatened a frog will always hop to the left. Or the right. One of those.)
So now, many weeks after the pond disappeared, I see him in the new pond. It's not even a pond. More of a pool (think kiddie pool). He looked stuck, as the steep walls offered him no avenue of escape. I put in a large rock, and an hour later he vanished. If he hangs around, I will call him Houdini.
What's interesting to ponder is how he got to my yard. There is a swamp/pond behind the houses across the street. As the bird flies, or frog walks, it is a good 100 yards away and a drop of 20 feet from my front door. So this frog decides to leave the swamp, climb up a 20 foot slope, cross the front and back yards of a neighbor, cross the street, work its way around my house to the backyard, climb up several steps, and ta da! Another pond! I still can't fathom that journey or why.
Hats off to Houdini. May he live several years and drive my neighbors crazy with his bureeps.
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