That’s how many pictures I found on my camera today.
Thirty seven pictures of….
We found this giant frog in the yard yesterday. He must have been on the move because of the heavy rain we had recently. Unbeknownst to him, our yard is not the safest place in the world for a frog.
Chickens like to eat frogs. They like to eat them very much.
There have been at least 6 occasions (that I’ve seen) this summer in which I watched the girls run around like crazy chasing each other with frog legs dangling from their mouths. While sad for the frog, it is quite comical to watch the chickens parade around while the poor dead frog is being flung up into the air and fought over. It’s like a gruesome game of tag football. Or button button, who’s got the button.
This large fearless frog captured my heart though. He reminded me of the frog from one of my favorite childhood books, Frog & Toad. So I rescued him. I only had to pick him up five times, and recapture him after he hopped off into the wrong direction INTO the chicken pen once, to get him to the relative safety of the overgrown flowerbed so he could wander off to who knows where. He was quite slimy. But I liked him anyway. Frogs are cool, unlike Toads.
Pie must have taken the thirty-seven photos BEFORE she came to tell me about him. They do make me smile. Her dreams of being a National Geographic “animal” photographer may come true yet!
Plus, isn’t this the cutest frog you’ve ever seen in your life?
*all photos belong to my daughter Pie