Now this is a rare scene that I wish we'd been graced with last night on the public vernals trek. With a strong Wood Frog chorus under way at the vernal below my house, I headed outside to see what was going on, and in a stretch of temporary pond that already had the first eggs in place, I spotted a WF in the act of attaching her then-small, half-dollar-sized cluster of eggs to an underwater twig. Luck was clearly on my side, and I felt blessed to be bearing witness to this most intimate of acts. I also felt a measure of relief that I wasn't going to have to explain external fertilization to a group of young girls and boys. Maybe they could read about it and ask their folks.