SATURDAY MORNING NOT AT THE BIRD FEEDER - INSTEAD, OUR UNEXPECTED HITCHHIKER

 Last Saturday we decided to go for a quick lunch at McDonalds.  We usually go through the drive-thru and find a parking spot under a shady tree.  We eat our cheeseburger and share a container of French fries, keeping our trash to throw away at home.  I generally take water with me in my reusable drinking cup, with a lid on it, as I don't really like sodas and prefer my own filtered drinking water.  Picky I know!

 

On the way home I spotted an odd shape flattened between the side of the car and the rearview mirror.  I am in the front passenger seat. Gregg was chatting and I was listening, but at the same time was very focused on that object, which I didn't mention for a while.  I first thought it was a bit of trash picked up off the road.  We were traveling 40 to 45 miles an hour and all of a sudden the shape moved closer, and much to my surprise I saw that it was a small frog. 

  

"Good grief!" I said to Gregg.  "It's a frog!"  It was hanging on tightly, but we didn't know how much longer it would be able to do so.  Gregg looked for a safe place to stop but there was none right there, and we drove on until we found a side road that had a wooded area, and no traffic.  In the meantime, I took a few photos, no surprise there.  He was such a cute little frog and he and I had an interesting conversation, as always happens with nature's friends on a Saturday.

We stopped and Gregg got the empty bag, plus the French Fries container to try and coax him into the bag.  He wasn't a happy frog!

He wasn't having any of this malarkey, and as limber as frogs tend to be, he jumped onto the car's aerial.  It was a long way in frog leaps but he was okay, and he had more than one guardian angel looking after him.

Still a bit stubborn about getting into that old bag...

He was one scared little dude!

After a few more minutes and finally tucked safely inside the bag, Gregg transported our little friend across the road, placing him gently into the undergrowth.   

My hero!  And Freddy's hero too.

There were plenty of trees to climb.  Other frogs and non-frogs welcomed their new neighbor and didn't mind at all that he smelled of French Fries.  Freddy the Frog - now named by me - moved into his little house on the tree branch where he lived happily ever after.

THE END!

I hope you have enjoyed my tale of whimsy, where truth and fiction married and found its way onto my blog.

Thanks for visiting and have a wonderful weekend!

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