The Frog

The frog is no more.  I hadn't seen it for a day or two and was wondering if it had succumbed to either the chlorine or my cleaning actions.  Today I found it when emptying out the leaf catcher in the pump. There it was, feet caught in the mesh and body pressed up against it.  Obviously it had been caught in the flow to the outlet at the bottom of the pool and was unable to swim against the tide.

A sad but inevitable end.

Yesterday morning I was awoken by an odd sounding bird.  It had what could only be described as a very frog like sound.  It went on for hours. 

Eventually Camille and I arose and did our usual morning things before going for a wander around our property.  To our surprise we found the below swimming around in our swimming pool which I had heavily chlorinated the previous day.  It's body is about 6 centimetres in length  - is this a good size for a New Zealand frog? 

We pulled it out of the pool and gave it it's own unchlorinated rainwater pool with a rock to sit on a good thirty feet away from the pool behind a wall.  About half an hour later it was back in the pool.  All that chlorine can't be good for it but it seemed to be fairly happy  - and quite vocal about it too.

Maybe I let the pool get away on us a bit over winter.