An Unexpected Visitor

The other day I was happily weeding a flower bed, when I very nearly weeded a frog who was lurking there.  I'm not sure who was more shocked to be honest, me or the frog.  I jumped, he jumped, I jumped even more!

Now, I have nothing against frogs on the whole, as long as they are kept at about a hundred paces.  I certainly wouldn't want to pick one up, so to nearly grab one when weeding nearly gave me palpitations.  I'm really not sure what would have happened if I had been a centimetre nearer but the back of my hand definitely touched frog.  I was actually quite surprised to find it was actually quite soft and warm, not at all what I had expected.  I still wouldn't want to hold one.

I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised to find a frog in a flower bed, I have found one under my bed before, still alive, courtesy of one of my cats.  I left the room in a hurry and called for reinforcements to deal with it.  So why all these frogs in my garden?  I have no idea, as I don't have a pond and there are no public ponds, rivers or streams for quite some distance.  I can only assume that other people in the vicinity have got ponds in there gardens, although I have no idea of the hopping range of a frog.

Having had a quick on the internet, I have discovered that my frog was a Common Frog.  I was slightly disappointed for him.  I thought he would have been slightly more exotic than common.  Who knows, he may have been a bewitched prince.  I wasn't going to kiss him to find out though, trust me!