My return from choir tonight was met not only by Molly, but by an exuberant frog dancing down the drive. My first ever frog sighting in Scotland.
Welcome too to Alison’s elegant new cat. Her timely arrival proves that Alison has the piskie blogging genre down pat.
wonderful exchange 
Was it definitely a frog and not a toad, Kimberly? The rectory vicinity is more Toad Hall than Frogmorton. Just being pedantic *g*
Definitely a frog. Small sleek body, nice big leaps. Ribbit ribbit, not croak croak.
There’d be no possibility of confusion where I come from. St Patrick drove out the toads along with the snakes.