A funny thing happened the other day, Halloween to be exact. Here, in my house, if the gutters need to be cleaned, I am the gutter guy. There is something about climbing onto the roof that I find terribly appealing. Perhaps its the change in my point of view. In every house I’ve lived in, except one and that needs to be rectified, I have spent time sitting up on the roof. That morning, during my second cup of coffee, I heard C start up the leaf blower. It was time to climb. The two chores go together. The gutters were full of leaves and leaf muck. I’m scooping and tossing the stuff to the ground (a couple of floors down) when I encounter this lump that just doesn’t want to come out of the gutter. It was a bit yucky and I’d neglected to bring my rubber gloves. Oh well, I was up there, best get on with the job.
I try again. Finally I look down in and what do I find??? This poor little fellow… um.. yuck…
For him (or her) I needed a glove. Really. After all, I’d only had TWO cups of coffee. Not nearly enough to handle this slimy guy. And, I’d need a container to put him into to carry him safely to the ground. (.. and of course, I wanted my camera, how many of you were gifted a frog (toad?) first thing in the morning on Halloween..?) He was squirming. Down I went. I was afraid if I took to long, he’d jump, little fellow. The story ends well.
I figured I was pretty lucky to find him on Halloween.
But on a fibery note, check out the colors… my favorites, brown and black together… and a great nubbly texture. You can think warty (if you are the half empty sort), but it’s much better if you think NUBBLY, trust me on this.
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13 responses to “point of view”
Holy cow! What an unexpectedly beautiful find! What the heck was he doing in your gutter that high up? Did he climb up the down spout? Nice job transporting him/ her to safety without falling of the ladder in the process. For a moment I thought you were going to show us a tutorial on the merits of Turkish spindling from the roof top. Hehe.
My Mr. hates heights so I am the gutter cleaner as well. I would have needed gloves too. He’s pretty uh, nubbly.
Frogs are usually green with or without markings and toads are every other colour.
I wonder how he got up there in the first place! He’s probably happy to be on the ground again.
The frog has nupps. What a great way to look at a rather, err, unpleasant experience.
What a beautiful little toad. I wonder if it’s some kind of tree toad. I love the colors, but I don’t think I could have picked him up without gloves either. I don’t mind worms and such, but frogs and toads are a different thing altogether(in many ways). Having done the gutter cleaning chore for many many years, only you could find something beautiful in a disgusting gutter.
He’s gorgeous! And in my favorite colorway, too. 🙂
Seems like some little froggy gave a knitter some inspiration! LOL-You didn’t have your rubber gloves on, but you had your camera? On the roof? LOL I too like the roof. I’m the Christmas light installer.I’m generally afraid of heights, but when I have lights to install, nothing can stop me. Never found a frog though.
Lucky toad, you saved him from a winter freeze. *
How in the heck did he get up there? Could he have been dropped by a bird? But he looks intact…weird, huh?
I don’t have any problem handling toads or frogs….I’m amazed you do!
What a perfect blend of neutrals and texture….who would ever connect that description with a toad…haha!
How the heck did he get up there I wonder?
Not cute, but definitely cool. In a gutter. How the HELL did he get up there?
How the heck did that little guy get up there is my question. I have two of him on my kitchen counter… dear son got tadpoles and they’ve yet to turn into frogs. They have legs though. Then what?
Oh, I adore toads! What a sweet fella. Glad you saved him from the gutter. Some toads have sticky feet and are able to climb. I love their pretty black and gold eyes. Seriously. When my kids find toads in the yard, they always bring them in to show me and we play with them for a few minutes before releasing them in the woods again. Some of the happiest times in my childhood revolved around finding toads in the summer.