Exactly my view of life and gardening, I love the little buggers and every other creepy crawly thing apart from the tiny ant like creations who are mobbing the kitchen sink at the moment. I hoover them up with the handheld and liberate them outside but must admit when I can’t cope with that they get spat into the path of the tap wash.
@Mik_Bennett - I’ve looked and looked but can’t find any. At first I thought I might find a lappet moth but even though I’ve ‘bigged up’ the photo I still can’t see anything. Can you give me a clue please. Thanx.
You do need to “big up the photo”. Right in the centre of the frame are four little green frogs cwtching up together. There were another three in the same bush but I had to get very close to distinguish them from leaves.
I thought they were leaves at first ![]()
That’s what they want you to think.
They did a good job, mind you I’m easily fooled![]()
Lovely. I adore tree frogs. They find places where when they croak the sound is augmented - ours like the bottom opening of drainpipes which makes a fine old noise.
Little sweethearts, I love them ![]()
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oh! - now I see them just above the parrot! ![]()
I’m so silly - I was looking for them amongst the brown leaves, forgetting that tree frogs are (mostly) green in colour. But it wasn’t until @MikeyPotts said ‘just above the parrot’ that I saw them.
When we lived in France I got up one morning, went downstairs to the kitchen, and in the semi gloom saw something on the floor. I flicked my slippered foot at it. It was one of the frogs. Thankfully unharmed!
More than once, in the half-light I’ve carefully avoided stepping on a toad, only to later discover that it was actually a dead leaf ![]()
It’s normally dark when Stuart walks down the drive with the wheelie bin and he often says how many toads he’s counted on his trip. And the other day he was digging Annie and Rosie’s grave area and he found one or two toads about half a metre down in the soil. How on earth do they breath down there? ![]()
I understand that they can breathe through their skin when hybernating underground….pretty smart huh? ![]()
However, most of us don’t need that ability…
For many years, one of our “tame” toads spent every winter slumbering deep into the earth of large terracotta pot, which it shared quite happily with a dormant clematis.
Come the warmer weather and the toad climbed out and went to his summer rental at the other end of the terrace … and the clematis bloomed magnificently. ![]()
I would love to have a friend like that, I think gentle Jules scares them away. ![]()


