A Fishy Frog Tale
THERE was something unusual about that
frog out in the middle of the pond. It had just leapt out of the water
onto a waterlily pad with something in its mouth. It looked like a fish.
Being slightly short-sighted,
I could not make out exactly what it was. So I viewed it through my camera viewfinder (my camera had a short telephoto lens
on it). Yes, it was a fish, its tail sticking out of the frogs mouth, wriggling slightly in the grasp
of its jaws.
Interesting! As far as I knew, frogs' diet consists mainly of insects.
I think they also eat worms and slugs. But fish? I didn't know until then that they also take fish.
I took some shots. The frog tilted its head backwards several
times, as if trying
with difficulty to swallow the fish that had now proved to be definitely more than a mouthful.
Wanting to get better shots, I began to swap the lens on my camera with a longer telephoto lens. Just then
what I had hoped wouldnt happen happened. The fish slipped out of the frog's mouth. It flipped and
flopped a few times and then lay still on the lily pad.
The frog, with mouth slightly agape for a moment, seemed dazed and sat
there motionless. I took several shots of the amphibian with the fish lying beside it. I waited. Nothing more happened, and I
continued to scout around the pond.
It was at this lily pond that I had previously taken some photos of
the Common Green-back
(Rana erythraea) sitting on waterlily
flowers and waiting for insects to fly by. They made pretty good
pictures, I thought,
and I had gone back to the pond that morning for more photos.
After walking around the pond, I could not find anything else worth snapping, and packed up to
go. I checked on the frog that had tried to eat a big fish. The frog was no longer there. But the fish
was still lying there on the waterlily pad, quite obviously dead by then.
Not a particularly lucky day for me. No pretty pictures of the frog (Common Greenback)
sitting on pink waterlilies.
On the other hand, I got some unusual photographs of a frog that had caught a whopper (relative to its own size)
and couldn't get it down the hatch. I thought
it would make a story worth telling, but I wrote this account with some reservation. Just wondering what readers
will make of this... a fishy tale that's just simply too hard to swallow?