I went out at dusk a few months back to give the old iron bell on our side porch a good ring before letting our dogs outside, since goodness knows the rabbits and turtles need some kind of warning, and found this little guy waiting for me. He’s a gray tree frog.
Look at his eyes!
I felt very connected to him while we looked at each other. When I rang the bell, he didn’t even budge, and you can see how close the rope was to him – it was as though he knew what I was doing, and that I meant him no harm.
He was gone by morning, but I’m sure I’ve heard him singing…