Hello! Just popping in, briefly.
Still working my way through the mountain of work on my desk (we wont talk about the mountain of “housework”, OK?) and feeling, at times, like Sisyphus.
This is (or was, until yesterday!) part of my Sisyphian angst. Palms and bananas. This morning I turned my attention to the overgrown wisteria and petrea on the pergola. I stopped my frenzied hacking when I found a cute little frog. Such a tiny little fellow (girl?), sitting on a twig, doing no harm…
We don’t see nearly enough frogs up here these days and in this current dusty drought they must be doing it tough.
This is a web picture of a Northern Dwarf Tree Frog. I’m just guessing the identity as the little critter was some 2 metres above ground. Certainly, it wasn’t the bright green of other tree frogs. Could I have picked it up for a positive ID? No, not today – I was covered in dust, sweat, sunscreen…all of which could do serious harm to these creatures.
Well, that was brief, wasn’t it? Yep! I’m dashing off again, but here’s something I found in that fabulous treasure box we call the ‘net…I’m a sucker for arty scripts!
Cats need food, blogger needs drink…