I don't mean toads, but actual frogs.
As if summoned by fate, an actual frog appeared today, literally on the front door.
I collected him, without any struggles he allowed me to carry him through the house into the back yard and down to the pond.
There I sat him upon a granite rock. Where he seemed to blend right in.
Where I grew up, near the Okefenokee Swamp, the frogs were always green. And abundant.
This is the first time I've ever seen a grey frog. I hope he hangs around and multiplies.
The pond is his if he'll have it.
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