a terrible joke

A late post again for Blogtober, apologies.

I stepped out of the house into the downpour this morning and glanced down at the dog bowl full of rainwater outside the back door, and noticed a funny-looking leaf in it – only to realise that it was in fact, a baby newt.

We have 4 ponds in the garden, although only one of them is an official pond: two others are just large vessels that are masquerading as ponds, and another is a shallow rubber food bowl that I used to use for my ducks to swim in, but has become an impromptu pond as it had some bits of broken brick and hardcore in it which, when it filled with rain, became home to a toad, so now it’s a pond. Here is a very-zoomed-in and therefore terrible iPhone pic of one of our resident frogs in the official pond:

We have also had newts in this pond, so maybe the little chap in the temporary-dog-bowl pond was the offspring of one of the three newts we’d seen earlier in the spring.