Sorry it took me so long to reply to your last comment, i got busy and couldn't
do email.

All frog colors are my favorite colors, i don't have a single favorite because i
just love frogs altogether.

Each froglet that's born is as unique as each person. They're each a unique
size, shape, color, personality, and each little boy frog has his own style of
croaking. I've recorded the courtship songs this spring and each is a totally
different voice, song, and some switch songs to a totally different one when
they hear another frog making a similar noise they try to emulate it.

Some trill, some croak on one constant loud note, some sputter or rasp, some do
a mixture of sounds, i call them my little songfrogs. Some almost sound like a
cross between a cricket and a bird.

The boys tend to have dark chin patches.

Some are mottled or speckled over the body color, some don't have mottling or
speckling, just the face mask typical to hylla regilla.

One little froglet i named kermit was lime green with white tummy and chin, and
gold eyes. I lifted a board and saw her one day. She started to hide, but i
didn't do anything to her and she seemed surprised, she paused and turned to
look at me as if wondering why i hadn't hurt her. When i just watched her she
slowly crawled under another board, and i saw her by my front porch one evening.
She looked up at me but didn't hide, and later i heard a noise in the leaves
like a pounce, i looked outside and saw a yellow cat, and i never saw kermit
again.

One of my little frogs was mottled brown and i named him Fred. He used to live
in the roof vent as his house and would croak in the pipe. He went to the frog
pond way down the road to make tads, and surprised me by coming back to his roof
vent after the tads were born. Frogs have 'homes' and these guys usually stay
right around their little chosen spot. Unfortunately Fred died, i think a bird
tried to get him, knocked him off the roof and he died of an injury.

He was a character, sometimes i wouldn't see him for days and I'd worry and look
for him. One evening i looked around the waterbowls and didn't see him and then
went in the house to find him on the floor next to my bed! Then the next day or
so he was back on the porch again and hopped up on the screen door while I stood
on the porch talking to him. He almost went in again through the hole in the
screen for the door handle. He used to get stuck in the house occasionally, one
day i found him in there after days of wondering where he was, and he was so
happy to get out that he just hopped and hopped all evening looking for bugs.
Unfortunately one night he tried to get a red ant and it bit him, and he
squeaked like a little mouse in pain!

I had other resident frogs i named, they each were special. One i called
doorfrog because 'she' (i think later she turned out to be a croakity he) used
to love coming in through the screen to hide in a crevice by the front door til
afternoon, when she would go out hunting. In the morning she'd try to come in
the house again. I finally had to stop doorfrog from doing that because as much
as i enjoyed her antics, she might get or hurt or stuck in the house.

When I stopped letting her come in she would insist on trying to find the way
in, she'd hop up on the door and look all around for the blocked opening, one
morning she even crawled back and forth across the bathroom screen on the window
trying to find her way in. So then she took up residence UNDER the front door
step in a little crevice in the siding and lived there for months, sharing it
with another frog, they'd climb up the aquarium airline from the fishpond to go
in the crevice by the door. So many cute things they did, if I had the time i
could write a book about those frogs.

I sure miss them, most were killed by predators and the few that are left stay
hidden most of the time around the yard away from the house. There are a few
that stay out back near my bedroom window and croak at each other occasionally.
I call two in particular my harmony twins, brownie and buddy, because they would
harmonize, croaking in turns at each other from hiding places. Both are brown,
different shades.

The eyes of mine aren't slit up and down like a cat's, but lengthwise and they
tend to have a wise, thoughtful expression. Sometimes as tads I'd bend over the
water to look at them and they'd look at me, and sometimes I'd swear i'd see a
twinkle like a little smile.

One thing the little Regillas who live here all have, no matter what color they
are, is their precious gold eyes. I love their little faces, they have sweet
little froggie hearts and their heart or soul shows in their eyes.

I think of them as having a heart of gold, and so maybe their little hearts are
my 'favorite color.'


~~Need Coffee To Keep Me Hoppy!!~~      

--- On Sat, 4/18/09, Margo Bratsch <margobratsch@...> wrote:


From: Margo Bratsch <margobratsch@...>
Subject: Re: Re: Re: [R Ibit Phrog] frog forums
To: slkros@...
Date: Saturday, April 18, 2009, 2:37 PM


hey that's awesome but what is your favorite color out of all of those????????


From: Diane Capwell <slkros@...>
To: ribitphrog@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Saturday, April 18, 2009 1:58:47 PM
Subject: Re:Re: Re: [R Ibit Phrog] frog forums


Actually my little guys are green, brown, tan, light ashy color almost grey, and
variations of each color including metallic. I called one that lived at my
fishpond twotone because they were 2 colors, copper on top and grey brown on
sides. They have mottled dark markings or spots and cute black burglar masks
like raccoons, pretty gold eyes, striped hindlegs. They rarely are bigger than
two inches, one was a tiny dwarf with 3 legs i named cyd. They're gentle little
squirts. As adults they hide most of the time but as babies they trusted me and
i named some. I sat by the ditch and they hunted nearby, some caught bugs near
my feet.