Hang in There
A green tree frog poses, plastered on a dry brick wall, with muscle and tendon apparent under the transparency of thin skin. All lithe and defiance, of gravity and the gravitas of life, focussed on appetite and living, the exact now of being.
frog on a wall
flouting the gravity
of this life
For Maria 😀
Give us a cuddle 🙂
Looking Devine 😉
Possible identification: Eastern Dwarf Tree Frog (Litoria fallax) – also known as the Green Reed Frog.
Please let me know if this is incorrect (location – coastal south-east Queensland)
frog in a bromeliad
deep within a robust plant
cool refuge for a fragile frog
Note: There is often water at the base of a Bromeliad, which is good news for frogs.
This happened about a year ago.
Tessa was playing on the verandah.
‘Mum, there’s a snake down there’, she said as she lay on the floorboards, peering through the cracks between the planks.
The snake was eating a live frog (they taste better fresh). The snake had more than half of the frog in its mouth.
Mum (me) in a tizz gets Dad (Andrew).
Andy the Great (aka Super Shirl) comes to the rescue of frog (ps. don’t tell me we shouldn’t do this – we know 🙂 )
Snake scurries off under neighbours car (sorry Henry).
Tessa checks on the slightly squished frog
Tessa poured some water over the frog to make him feel better.
The frog took a couple of minutes to get over the shock and proceeded to climb back up to his spot under the verandah.