My spinning wheel has developed a deep groaning squeak in the pedals. It's rhythmic, of course. Achaosofkittens's tree frogs have decided that it must mean something, and will now sometimes startle me by chirping along. (CK and I were joking that either I'm saying something really sexy, or I'm saying something totally nonsensical like "turnip" over and over again and the other frogs are yelling "shut up!")
We let our man-made pond out front go stagnant a few years ago when the fountain got knocked over. We soon learned that the local frogs liked it better that way. So now our monster, 4-year-old goldfish has a friend or two who come by every year. It's also worth noting that this pond does not sprout any mosquitoes. They are likely too tasty.
The goldfish is the red blob at the top right.