Perfect frog

Youngest came home from school and told me there was a dead frog just along from our back gate that I'd probably want to photograph. He knows me so well. I changed it to black and white to spare those of you who are squeamish. 

I ended up drawing my wee frog at art class tonight. Hubby's not impressed that I picked the frog up and brought him home. I used a poo bag! It's fine! 

My family just think I'm a weirdo :-/

But look at those feet! They're perfect.