Ah well the holiday is over and back to work today, bey ho. I was chatting to one of my machinery clients yesterday evening when my next door neighbour but one shouts across do I want this frog that's stuck in her bin for my garden. My first reply was how on earth did it get into the bin (these being the tall wheely bins with a lid) and my second comment was that's not a frog but a year old toad. I like toads as they're butt ugly and make me look almost handsome, a difficult thing in the poorest of lights m'thinks . With myself a little bit on the stumpy size it was up to my client Dan the man to fish the little bugger out of the bin. I placed him in my tea mug whilst chatting with Dan the man when a sideways glance presented us with this scene...
Not too worry as no tea was wasted as I'd drank it afore inserting the toad now known as 'Steve McQueen'. Mr McQueen has since been released into my garden where hopefully he'll give up his feats of daring do!
That question of how it got in the bin sounds a mystery.
ReplyDeleteGlad he's found a home, or maybe a she who will give you many little toads.
ReplyDeleteGreat picture!
ReplyDeleteAnimals can get in some very unusual places.
ReplyDeleteVictorian cider mugs had a variety that had a ceramic frog in the bottom!! I have one here :) Hope Steve McQueen likes his new home.
ReplyDeleteI thought perhaps Steve had finished the tea and was asking for another cuppa.
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