John went out armed with a torch to find the culprits.
Doesn't he look innocent? He's not.
He was on his way to the party of the year in our pond.
It was about to start raining. Usually time to head indoors - but not for these guys. There hadn't been any rain for weeks so the local frog population were celebrating with a vengeance.
"Party at my place! Tell your mates!"
The call was going out at full volume. Notice how this green frog has taken on the colour of the pot. I'm guessing he's the host.
"Mind if I take a dip? Nice pond."
"Well hello sweetheart. Do you come here often? Can I get you a drink?"
They partied into the wee hours of the morning as the rain poured down.
It was great. Noisy, but great.