While visiting a good mate last week, we were walking the dog past a large village pond when we suddenly realised that we were surrounded. There was no escape. No way out. A billion (at least) titchy baby frogs were making a break from the pond and had decided that... the baking hot and hard road was the way to go. Numpties.


So, we spent at least an hour scooping them up and taking them back to wet grass near the pond, and we even picked up a plastic cup and frognapped about 30 of them to whisk (not literally.. imagine the mess) back to his pond.


This lil guy stood out, so we took a pic. Only now do we realise that he was the only toadlet in a throng of froglets. Luckily for him... he didn't end up in my cauldron .