Monday, September 14, 2009

Poor Froggie!


Well, we had a lovely weekend here, so much so that time was actually spent in the garden tidying up! I have discovered that i make a much better forewoman than gardener .......... no surprise there then!
The poor froggie in the title is not me, it is this poor chap, or chapess (I have no idea how you tell the gender of a frog! (answers on a postcard please)
No 1 Son was helping with all of the practical stuff, like trimming round the edges of the lawns where the mower does not get to and came upon this critter, unfortunately for it, he found it with the garden shears, so froggie will have to go a wooing minus a foot. It did not seem to bother him/her much though, and like the good froggie it is, sat happily for a few minutes for a photo opportunity then hopped off back under the stone he had been under.
He/she has been seen since, so no lasting harm seems to have come to him/her.

3 comments:

Julia Dunnit said...

Ow! I'm not going to be allowed in the garden soon - I keep chopping things back. RIght back. And Mr D prefers everything to be be leggy and untidy. Drives me nuts. Still if I'm not allowed into the garden, I can't help it!

helen miles said...

ouch! he looks remarkably fine though, maybe you just clipped his toenail. do frogs have toes?

Lyn said...

EEEEEEEWWWWWWWW! Noted as another reason for not doing any more than green house gardening and just diecting Tom - I'd have nightmare for weeks, if I did that!!!

So if you see any Prince with a pronounced limp, we'll know why .....