I understand the reason for covering the pond at the marsh but I mourn its loss. Today as I started the engine on my motorhome and as I departed this place, the frogs departed as well! By the time I pulled away it was gone.
If I ever return here, I will miss the little green frog heads staring back at us as we walked by. It was always part of the plan in restoration of the “old cranberry bog” that the holding pond be removed and along with it any non-native species of amphibians, fish and plants. I can’t help but think the bog will miss the deep, throaty bull frog calls in night.
Here’s the sound I recorded at the pond one warm July evening this year.
Today the old pond, with all its living things, became one with the new marsh as it was covered over and buried.