Springtime in the Pond

Western Banjo frogs (Limnodynastes dorsalis) - or Pobblebonks - the male 'hangs around' until the female lays her eggs, in a distinctive foam nest, so he can fertilise them. These do quite well at the Eucla Roadhouse where there is a beautiful garden and large water feature, although they are more common around Perth to Esperance.

These frogs are so named because of their explosive call, which sounds not unlike "bonk!", or the plucking of banjo strings.

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