I was out in the backyard doing gardening today, because I know how to rock a holiday weekend, and noticed one of the green treefrogs (Hyla cinerea) tucked under the wing of the decorative heron near the hosta plants. This is quite common anymore and I just routinely check, then leave them be; it’s apparently a nice hidey-hole for the day. Though when I noticed, the afternoon sun was at the right angle to shine directly into the space and illuminate the frog brightly, which I didn’t imagine was ideal, but I also knew within half an hour the sun would move on and the frog would be shaded again.
A little later, I glanced at the hosta flowers and had to call The Girlfriend down to see.
The frog either didn’t believe the sun would move on or didn’t want to wait, and took this little perch for the minimal shade that it provided. Which is amusing, because the hosta has leaves that could shelter a small pony like, right there, but okay. Not judging.
A few minutes later, the sun had gone behind a cloud momentarily, and I took advantage of the better contrast conditions for the spooning portrait.
Eventually, probably prompted by our constant activity nearby, the frog did finally go down below to the leaves, even though by this time the heron spot was shaded again. I’ve already tried patiently explaining that, for instance, the greenhouse is a really bad place to take shelter within during the hot days, and the treefrogs routinely ignore me (I remove at least two a week,) so I didn’t waste my time suggesting that the frog could return to its original spot. They’re like teenagers.