As Father of the Tribe and I arrived home after having dinner the other evening, I almost stood on a frog: a common frog.  A light olive green with dark splodges, it sat silent and still as I marvelled at it.  Father of the Tribe humoured me – he knows what I’m like.  But to me seeing the first (live) frog of the year means that frogspawn must be about and soon enough the rivers and streams around us will be full of tadpoles.

Fortunately, the Tribe share my interest!  A common frog: my second good thing!