There’s all sorts of nooze out there that I could write about, but let’s usher in the weekend with a sanity break, courtesy of God’s creative power.
The grey tree frog isn’t always grey. Sometimes he’s green. These frogs can change color, like chameleons.
I had grey tree frogs once. They tamed in a hurry and used to perch on my finger, like a parakeet, and snap up mealworms from my other hand. They also liked to sing all night, which really bothered my housemates… so I had to let my frogs go. *Sigh* They were good little guys, and I enjoyed their company. Certainly I miss them more than I miss those grumpy housemates.
I remember seeing a lot of different kinds of frogs when I was a kid, rambling around in the outdoors. Never tried to catch one.
How could you resist?
Well, my mother told me not to touch them, so I didn’t.
My mother had to learn to live with frogs. No snakes allowed, though.
Oooh, snakes. No way.
I’ll try again for a song for tomorrow- don’t think my previous ones made it.
Alan Jacson– Standing on the Promises
Pretty amazing. You can’t credit Darwin with that ability.