My gardening shoes - Home
Normally I just do my gardening in my flip-flops, (itās not as if Iām doing major landscaping! Iāll show you the size of my garden and you will understand) but last week I decided to put on my hardly-ever-used gardening shoes as I was going to be carrying some VERY heavy paving slabs, wouldnāt want to drop those on my toes! From previous experience Iāve learnt not to just put my feet into ANY shoes without checking whatās inside, and as I turned them over, out fell Mister (or Mrs) Frog.
No sweat, she hurriedly scurried into the garden and as far as I was concerned, that was that.
Snugly inside the shoe
The next morning at about 4.30am, I was having my first cup of coffee, a frog hopped onto the patio and started heading for the corner where I kept my gardening shoes. I watched in fascination as she clambered up one shoe and disappeared inside. I couldnāt resist taking a peek and there she was, nicely nestled right in the toe section.
Mrs Frog on her way back to the shoe, i.e. Home
So for the past week Iāve managed to catch her leaving home at dusk to go food shopping (we have a garden light on at night, perfect for hunting frogs, bats and geckos) and for a few mornings now, Iāve watched her return, settling snugly into the shoe.
Doesnāt Nature just constantly amaze?! I never knew that frogs would return āhomeā every morning, just goes to show, youāre never too old to learn!
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