On my birth day, the 3rd of May, I walked in the evening on a rainy day for some time amongst nature.

My local lake was very quiet of people, for the rain was heavy most of the day.

I had already seen wild rabbits eerily hopping about the pathways devoid of human activity. Even though night was still quite early.

The frog you see in my sketch (and photograph below) walked directly in front of me, over a path onwards to grass and the nearby woods. Travelling away from the lake, now some 75 feet behind.

I took this delightful opportunity to photograph the reluctant dear frog. I did so quickly so as to let the frog on its merrily way.

Before my eyes the frog dug its back legs into the soaking wet mud, as if the grass were Saharan sand to cover its whereabouts.

Oddly the frog looked rather indignant, yet intelligently patient. ‘Oh if you must photograph me, please do so speedily to let me on my sojourneying.”

Frog knew I was there. Its sentience clear and self glorious.

Here is our dear beloved frog: