I guess the frogs like our porch because it’s nice and cool underneath, and relatively safe. It probably doesn’t hurt, in a drought like we’ve had, that we water the bushes next to it. I encountered this red-legged frog on the lawn, but when I got too close it promptly hopped over to the porch and up the steps. And there it sat, so I went and got my camera.
It was awfully patient, didn’t move even when the lens was an inch away. Since the visitation of ducks last summer the frogs have been noticeably more skittish, but this one was pretty calm—or perhaps just resigned? Maybe it’s because temps are getting coolish.
One of the things I find most fetching about frogs is their eyes—many are such a lovely golden colour, like this one. Cleopatra needed kohl, but these guys don’t!
And yes (sigh) that is a dog hair. Almost every picture I take has dog hair in it somewhere, somehow.
Or cat hair.