Two falls of very heavy rain yesterday in Mitchell was sufficient to bring forth an explosion of frog song from the Maranoa River -- also from gardens all around town. When Doug picked the broccoli for our evening meal it was after dark. In the torchlight there were frogs leaping in all directions: tiny pale cream ones up to large green frogs
Later, in the bathroom, a green tree frog the size of the palm of my hand was leaping about. The photographs are of this frog and show the striking cream and red markings on its legs.
Mitchell would have to be the frog capital of Australia.