Well, we heard them first and went to investigate. We recognized it as a frog sound but it turned out to be American toads in our little goldfish pond by the door. There were three in there. These two had found a nice way to spend a rainy afternoon.
This guy was making most of the noise for a while.
While we watched, he tried to unseat the male in the couple.
We have known toads to drown in our pond, so B removed the single male.
The couple finished their snuggling and sang to each other for a while. Brrrrk, brrrrrk brrrk, brrrrrk!
The frogs in the swamp across the cul-de-sac can be heard above the constant rain from tropical storm Fay. We will need them with all the bugs that will be the result of the standing water. What we don't need, are the snakes that come for the frogs that eat the bugs (in the house that Jack built!) Hopefully, we will have enough hawks, owls and kites to take care of them!