This is the smallest Tree Frog I’ve ever seen, no bigger than my pinky fingernail. I’m calling him a juvenile, but have no idea how old he might be, or how he came to be on our patio.
Ted spotted him first, and thought it was the head of a juvenile Carolina Anole peaking up over the leaf.
There was a young Anole patrolling this Curcumin plant and the frog soon disappeared into the dense middle and I wondered if they were aware of each other.
A big leaf pierced its neighbor making a nice pocket for a Tree Frog to settle for a nap.
I hear frogs croaking and splashing into the water ahead of me, but rarely see them around the swamp. This fellow caught my attention with a small croak, and then was perfectly still.
Sitting on a fallen Powdery Alligator-flag leaf, he blended into the wet leaves pretty well and it took me a minute to spot him.
After not finding a Tree Frog in the Calla Lilies around the pond I spotted this one right at my eye level on a dried stalk from last year’s hibiscus.
The Calla Lily was past its prime, but it still made a cozy spot for a tree frog early this morning.
I’ve been keeping my eye out for Tree Frogs around the swamp now that we’ve had some warmer days.
On Thursday I spotted one tucked into a palm frond soaking up the afternoon sun.
Surprising to me in these 90+ degree F days (32 C) we’ve been having the tree frogs are out in the sun.
Do frogs yawn?
Their camouflage is pretty good.
… a Tree Frog and a Grasshopper, and a lot of green.
The Tree Frog appeared to spy me, too, but he didn’t much care about me or the grasshopper.
The grasshopper ignored us both, too.
It was his shape that caught my eye as I rounded a corner to a small pond. He sat perfectly still, until he was GONE!