On pulling back the pool cover for the first time, on our return to New Zealand, a lone frog was visible in very low water.
Every so often he grabbed hold of a floating rope-like piece of a Norfolk pine tree, hooking his front leg over it, to have a rest.
I wondered how long he had been there. At the slightest movement, he shot down to the bottom and hid in some dark leaf debris.
Occasionally he left strange footprints in the algae at the bottom of the pool, which was quite artistic and first drew my attention to his presence.
Other times he just bobbed about with minimum movement, head above water, observing all that was going on.
His problem was that he could not leap high enough to leave the pool. So I decided to help and called out.
‘Please, Mr. Frog let me help you. I am not going to hurt you, but you won’t be able to jump out of the pool on your own, no matter how high you leap.’
First, a couple of wooden planks leaning down into the water were tried, but he had not heard of walking the plank.
‘Mr. Frog, will you please hop onto the plank, then I can lift you out.’
He just disappeared down to the bottom of the pond in terror.
Next, a big tree leaf was cast-off to act as a stepping stone but it failed to encourage him. He just bobbed up, looked at it and moved further away.
More drastic action was needed with the use of the pool net, and leaf strainer to rescue him.
Thankfully he was scooped up to safety in one go and I was able to catch a glimpse of how handsome he was.
His skin was marked in green, orange, brown, and black. We eyed each other respectfully for a moment or two.
Then slowly and carefully I removed him, away from the pool, to my neighbour’s fence, where there was a pond on the other side.
There I gently tipped him out. He leaped high into the air, showing off his agile dancing skills, before disappearing into the bushes.
Who knows, perhaps we might meet again one day, but please, not in the pool, as there may not be anyone there to rescue him.
This little story reminds all of us not to go to pools or rivers on our own. Also, all of us need to learn to swim.
© Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
Photo: Daniela Silvia Serban
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