What my singing bullfrog had for dinner.

So, I decided to feed the fish some bread, and I had a feeding frenzy in the pond. Out of the murky depths of the pond came a myriad of goldfish. They were no longer skittish at seeing me. They wanted to eat. In the middle of this frenzy, I discovered the elusive bullfrog, who started swimming among the lily pads, cautiously watching. I threw a couple of bread crumbs his way, but he did not budge. Yet, all of a sudden, 4 or 5 small goldfish got near him, eating the breadcrumb, and off Mr. Bullfrog catapulted from his position, did a back flip so spectacular I saw his white belly, and dove deep into the pond with a goldfish in his mouth. Maybe it’s time to re-read Walden Pond…

Sapo cancionero

Sapo cancionero

Feeding frenzy

Feeding frenzy

About Barbara Dillon Hillas

Mother of global nomads; wife of diplomat; peripatetic lawyer; annotator of foreign service life, rule of law, culture, travel, & whatever strikes my fancy.
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