I had an experience this morning that left me feeling a bit sad. And yet, when I pondered why it happened, I could not come up with any good reason. It was not as if I could have done anything to change the outcome. It just happened, as I was simply going through the motions of getting on with my day.
While FD was in the shower getting ready for work, I made the bed, let our three Japanese Chin out to do their duty, and then grabbed the keys, setting out to open up the front gate and unlock the storage building. As I walked through the storage building, I contemplated breakfast. I thought about making an omelet with wild mushrooms, kale, onion, and tomatoes. I would add my homemade chorizo too. Thinking about the yummy goodness that awaited me, I pulled the pin anchoring the two sliding doors of our building together, and then yanked the south door open. As I placed the pin back through the metal loops on the north door to anchor it solely, I noticed something globular flop off of the lower metal loop that the pin went through. Peering at the strange mass that had caught my eye, I had a sinking feeling the “glob” was initially stuck to the low end of the pin and, as a result of me pulling the pin up rapidly, the glob hit the first loop and stuck. It finally released itself in a slow manner, like a bit of sticky muck giving way to its own weight and gravity.
As I crouched down to see what the glob was, I noticed the tiniest throbbing movement from the throat area of whatever it was, and a slight pulsing from its belly. This tiny little frog was so small it was nearly translucent. It would be a stretch to say it was an inch long total. I picked it up gently, noting I had mostly severed the left rear leg and the condition of the right rear leg was questionable. We have had more than four inches of rain over the past week, so it was not unlikely that we should have a large toad and frog population, but I had never seen one so tiny – so fragile. I figured death was imminent at this point. The weather was predicted to cool down again this week. How could this partially mangled frog survive?
I took the little frog in the house and showed it to FD. In the warmer atmosphere of our home, the little fella became more active. I decided to put it back outside in moist soil where it could be hidden among grasses and flowers. I was surprised to see it begin wiggling under dried leaves, making its way to a dark spot. The fact that it seemed active made me feel a bit better about possible survival. I hoped for the best.
Just two days prior, when I had been putting my flower pots and yard pretties back in place after mowing, I came across a dead, mutilated toad laying in the grass. I am always so careful to watch for toads and snakes when I am on the riding mower. I try to avoid harming any living being. Yet there it was, a fatality that had happened despite how careful I had tried to be. While I do not beat myself up over these accidents, I still feel sad that a living creature lost its life simply by being at the wrong place at the wrong time. And maybe, it is a little bit about me just going through the motions and not paying attention as I should, going about my day’s work with my head in the clouds and thinking about other things. Regardless, some accidents just happen for no reason at all. But this morning, despite the unfortunate injury, I found myself being thankful to have the opportunity to see such a wee specimen.
Late this afternoon my curiosity got the best of me. I went back out to the area where I had put the tiny frog, searching to see if it had lived. I was amazed at what I found. The translucent glob had become a slender, green and bright-eyed frog! Sadly though, both rear legs appeared useless. The left leg had become tangled with leaf debris. I decided to pinch off the dried and flattened area that seemed to hinder movement. Where the right leg joined the body, there was a little hind end movement, so I left that leg as it was. Still, the forelegs were strong, and my little friend was moving around to get away from me. In just a few hours he had become a handsome specimen and despite the mangled rear legs, was moving about quite efficiently.
Going through the motions of this evening, I think I will be a bit more mindful of the delicate ways of nature, though I will never be surprised at the tenacity and resiliency of all living things. And, I will be thankful for the miracle and message of each day!
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