Today, just after lunch I sat on my garden bench watching and listening to the birds singing there hearts out. I went inside for something and when I came out I noticed a small speckled grey pebble near to the bench. I paused, I didn’t remember seeing it when I was gardening earlier in the day. As I paused I noticed that the pebble had two eyes and realised that it was a small frog in repose.
The moment gave me great joy after and upsetting experience where I spotted a smaller frog moving towards me as I sat on my garden bench a couple of days ago.
On that occasion I moved to one side so as not to scare him, he made a few more steps (still in my direction even though I had moved) before becoming still. Bless him he had passed away at my feet. He had a poorly leg so I think he had perhaps been the victim of a bird or cat.
Later this afternoon whilst Mr C and I were playing a board game on the patio, I noticed a movement on our garden path beyond. A tiny frog (think tadpole that just gained his legs) was taking high leaps across the pathway landing in the grass where he blended into the background never to be seen again.
I am pleased some of your frog experiences were happy ones, Cherie
So am I
Lovely to read about your little frog. Wildlife in the garden can give so much pleasure especially at the moment
I know exactly what you mean