The frogs are having sex
The weather here in West Wales is wet (for a change), but it has warmed considerably since the weekend. And all along the forestry tracks, in culverts and puddles, muddy bogs and small ponds, the frogs are having sex.
There's thousands of the little Casanovas, joyously rogering each other in an orgy of slippery bodies. Their croaking is a distant thunder, echoing up the valley like a far off argument of the gods. No inhibitions here, they clamber about in some huge amphibian wassail, each trying to reach the best position to fertilise the ever-growing mounds of frogspawn. It's a free-for-all, come as you like. An epic bacchanal that would put Rome under Caligula to shame. The very air shivers with procreation.
Spring is here and it's good to be alive.
There's thousands of the little Casanovas, joyously rogering each other in an orgy of slippery bodies. Their croaking is a distant thunder, echoing up the valley like a far off argument of the gods. No inhibitions here, they clamber about in some huge amphibian wassail, each trying to reach the best position to fertilise the ever-growing mounds of frogspawn. It's a free-for-all, come as you like. An epic bacchanal that would put Rome under Caligula to shame. The very air shivers with procreation.
Spring is here and it's good to be alive.
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I have just finished reading Atomised. Has anyone else read it? I'm not sure what to make of it. James, if you like watching frog orgies you would probably enjoy reading this novel. There are lots of orgies in it but the frogs are of the human kind.