Thursday, June 14, 2007

Les deux grenouilles d'Eyre

On my very first walk through the glorious old woods of Eyre, I was stopped short by a very tiny, yet most authoritative croak.



Proof positive that I am not the only frog of any sort to inhabit the corner of Caledon that will soon be my home. Francois, though in size the least of my new neighbors, promises to become a very near friend, as the stream he inhabits winds its way through the forest down an incline from my land, and it appears to be a spot excellently suited for swimming and bathing. I sincerely hope he will not object. People's opinions I can disregard at will; animals', never.