I leave momma bird & her mate to their protesting as I continue walking along the pond's edge. At the other end I see frogs springing across the water like skipping stones... screaming. They tuck themselves safely beneath the water's surface so I can no longer see them. Only one green frog sits beside the water. It's body half clothed in mud. It allows me to step closer, closer still. When I've over stepped my boundaries he too flounces. Hidden loosely behind some weeds he allows me one snapshot before bounding off into the thick cattails.