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.