The European tree-frog spends most of its time in the summer, after the pairing is over, in trees, often in the very crowns; but the neighbourhood of even a small patch of Indian corn has still greater attractions. There are all sorts of green insects to be caught, there are fair chances of coming across the common Cabbage White, a butterfly which the tree-frog loves, and last not least the large luscious leaves afford a firm foothold, and the axillae between stalk and broad-based leaves are just the places for the frog to slip into, where nobody can find it. During the day they mostly sit still, on the keen look-out for passing insects, which, when they settle within reach, are jumped at; otherwise they have first to be stalked. The jump is quite fearless, regardless of the height above ground; there is the leaf upon which the prey sits, and even if this leaf be missed, there are others, and one of them is sure to be struck by some of the discs of either fingers or toes. If the fall is broken by the toes, and the new leaf or branch is very elastic and bends down, then there are some frantic antics to be gone through until the frog has settled itself again. Then the large blue-bottle, or the butterfly, is devoured at leisure, wings and all being poked in with the assistance of the little hands. But the real hunting-time is the night. During a shower the frog shifts its position to the under side of the leaf, or into a less slippery position, and during continuous wet it descends into the grass, or it takes to the water. Its greatest enemy is the Grass Snake, which prefers it to anything else, not minding the poisonous secretion of the skin, which is sharp enough to produce sneezing or even temporary blindness when incautiously brought into the human eye. The male has an internal vocal sac, which, when inflated, bulges out the whole throat into a globe, much larger than the head. The voice is a sharp and rapidly-repeated note, something {193}like "epp-epp-epp," or "creck, creck, creck," with more or less of an _a_ sound. It is uttered at any time of the day, more frequently at dusk, and of course chiefly during the pairing season. This tree-frog suffers from the reputation of being a good weather-prophet, and it is for this reason often kept in confinement, the orthodox abode being a muslin-covered glass jar, with a hole to put flies through, water and plants at the bottom, and a little ladder to sit upon. The prophesying is of the usual popular unreliable nature, although the little creature, provided it is a male, often sounds its voice on the approach of a shower, or when there is a thunderstorm in the air. During continuous fine weather it sits on the top of the ladder, or is glued on near the rim of the glass, while on wet and dull days it is less active, and may keep nearer the ground or in the water. There is a German rhyme which well expresses the prophet's reliability by its ambiguity:–