With the cattails have come a small population of frogs who plop into the water when you walk by. The one I was able to spot before he submerged was a beautiful electric green with yellow eyes. He about two inches long, seated. When Fionny, my Wheaton Terrier, hears a frog hit the water he dives for it but never has a clue where it went. I can faintly make out the outline of the frog making a 180 in the water and hiding near the shore but I can’t find him when I look for his hiding place.