Today I decided to sort out the log pile. One of my tasks being to separate out the pine, of which we have far too much for the health of our new stove. Underneath the pile I discovered some very unsavoury-looking bags, but they turned out to be full of really useful leaf-mould.
I was doing quite well when I lifted up one pine log and came face-to-face with a frog. He/she scrambled around a bit, looking very miffed about being disturbed, then hid. So very cautiously I replaced the logs in a rough pile. I continued tidying up, but revised my plans, accepting that I would have to leave the frog corner until the spring.
As soon as I had piled everything back there was a rustling. And the frog hopped smartly across the cleared area and under the newly stacked logs on the other side. And I didn’t even get a picture.
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Very wise frog. I wonder if it has a mate somewhere?
I hope so. It is baffling, we have a very dry garden, but I meet one or two a year and never in the same place.
Those little creatures are so precious.
Indeed, they always give me a thrill.
Reminds me of the old children’s song: A frog he would a wooing go. So pleased you left the frog to rest until spring. This is not frog weather.
In this crazy winter here, we have almost perfect frog weather – warm and wet, but you are right and he needs to stay tucked up until spring.
I agree with the 3 comments above about the frog, but at least you got some good photos from it all.
Thanks, I love logs, but I’m not sure how exciting they are to anyone but the owner.
There’s nothing better than a fireplace or wood fire cook-out.
Smart frog, how it immediately headed for his new home. And you have a heart of gold. I’m betting that frog-legs didn’t cross your mind at all. 🙂 –Curt
Er, not at that precise moment, but way back, I’ve eaten whatever I was served in France and loved it!
They were often on our menu when we were growing up. Lots of bull frogs ‘croaked’ to feed us. 🙂 Curt