Life Cycles

Frogspawn Photo by Jane Baxter

Nature is fascinating. Too big to ponder without getting lost in waves of un-reality.

One of the first things my young son Ronan and I did after moving into our new house in South West Scotland (20 years ago now) was to dig a pond!

It took a lot of research and hefting and hard work, but after lining the hole with old rugs and things before laying the pond-liner, we filled it watering-can by heavy watering-can with rain water from the butts. My neighbour had kindly fitted a gutter to our shed, so it replenished the massive recycled plastic oil drum fairly quickly.

We had always planned for it to be a wildlife pond, with shelved edges, a pebbly shore and lots of native plants we’d read about in books. We had hedgehogs visiting the garden (we decided they lived under the hedge) and wanted them to get out if they fell in. We dreamed of dragonflies and newts and diving beetles and banded demoiselle.

Ronan loved lying on his tummy watching for signs of life beneath (and on) the surface in the pond at Threave Gardens, near Castle Douglas. He would be there forever on balmy spring days, utterly content to stay completely still whilst other visitors came and went, his little chubby legs stuck out behind him.

It was with utter delight and astonishment that we returned from an Easter holiday with my parents to find a clump of frogspawn in our new pond! It was only a week or so old (the pond, not the spawn)!

I’m not sure if ‘clump’ is the correct collective noun for a gathering of amphibious eggs. A bit of research reveals that group of frogs is an ‘army’/ ‘colony’ or ‘knot’, toads are also a ‘knot’ or a ‘knab’, and a few tadpole friends are a ‘cloud’. But I cannot find reference to a collective noun for frogspawn… (Nor, interestingly, newts – though one slightly dubious source refers to them as a ‘novelty’.) Incidentally, a group of axolotls is termed a ‘harem’. And an alternative plural [rarely used] is axolomeh.

Moving on, I have felt the same thrill (relief!) every year when the frogspawn ‘arrives’/ frogspawns arrive! I have yet to see it in progress, though have found some very newly-laid spawn! The jelly has yet to hydrate, so it just looks like a clump of the little dotty tadpoles!

My Facebook ‘memory’ informed me this morning that this day last year was my first frog sighting of 2018. I spotted our first frogspawn this weekend – it certainly does seem to have been a very early spring in 2019, in many ways. In fact, with my contact lenses in, I actually spotted a 2nd clump underwater which may in fact already have been there for a good week or so.

Just like the different stages in a frog’s life, there are distinct stages in my own life. I might write about a few of them here. Meanwhile, I have many photos of ‘our’ frogs and spawn going back over the years (there are certain responsibilities that come with digging a pond); I’ll have to do a drawing, or two when I can!

This is Rosie

Rosie saluki, a pet portrait Drawing by Jane Baxter

This is a fairly recent graphite drawing I did of Rosie. A ‘pet portrait’ post in more ways than one.

Rosie is our rescue saluki cross dog – though in many ways, she is very much more cat:

  1. She is drawn to a sunny spot – no matter how small – and curls up in it
  2. She chooses if and when she listens…
  3. She likes to stand/ play/ lie on whatever you’re doing, be it
  • Using the computer
  • Making the bed
  • Important filing
  • Moving furniture
  • Having a snooze on the couch etc.
  1. She can jump from zero to 6 feet, from standing, without warning
  2. She moves with the grace of a gazelle in the Serengeti
  3. She instinctively wants to hunt anything that moves
  4. She can greet you like a long-lost friend, or ignore you completely
  5. She will refuse to leave the house if it is threatening rain, or wind
  6. She has the regal look of one who is better
  7. And like cats, she has 9 lives

The one she had before the one she has with us can’t have been great. She spent a good 5 months in the rescue recovering and then waiting for us to realise she was there!

Houdini Hound!

Whilst in there, she attempted to escape no fewer than 8 times. One morning in particular, she was found hanging by her tiny heid from the rescue kennel door handle. They had to smear her head with Vaseline to get it out.

Another life-saving moment came when Malcolm managed to grab her by her muscly back thighs as she attempted to leap in a swift exit from our upstairs bathroom window. We now have to keep all windows locked.

We had to buy an expensive new harness after she learned (in 0 seconds flat) that she could back out of her original one, and accelerate from 0 to 60 in pursuit of an unsuspecting collie…

Another hair-raising moment came when Rosie chomped through her lead in 2 swift severing slices, and raced off after a hare. We had to buy a steel cable lead attachment to prevent a repeat performance.

She is a free spirit, used to wandering wherever her long nose led. Aware of this, we have to take these special measures to keep her safe, whilst allowing her a sense of freedom.

Wee soul.

But look at her, she has a wonderful life of comfort and fun, adventure and calm. With many more stories to tell!

A Brief Introduction

Bernard - drawing by Jane Baxter

I’m going to write about Bernard because:

a. He is endearing and has a good story to tell
b. He is good at sitting still long enough to draw
c. It’s easier than writing about myself (and that’ll leak out in time)

We (I mean Malcolm) found Bernard in a box in a charity shop in Castle Douglas, a small town in South West Scotland, a few years ago now. Bernard didn’t belong in that box – it was a box of garish green and purple fluffy toys with googly eyes and fixed smiles (no offence).

Bernard was sat in the corner of the box looking… lost.

I have to admit, I wasn’t instantly charmed. I didn’t even look properly – I just thought ‘not another cuddly toy’ – we really didn’t need to add to the collection! But Malcolm took him out and held him, and I was gone!

Bernard is different. He’s unlike any bear we’d seen before and from that moment on, he was ‘ours’.

A happy ending for now.

I drew this picture of Bernard from the day we adopted him. We took him to the lovely ‘Designs’ café in Castle Douglas for a plate of soup and a roll.

Here he is sitting very politely, if still looking a little lost, waiting for his lunch.