What's that racket?

What's the best thing to do after waking up following a night shift?
Obviously it's pushing a lawn mower about and disturbing the garden fauna.

Lucky really that I saw little Boris here because I wasn't really paying too much attention as he came hopping out of the long grass not far from the mower and sat in the shorter stuff cursing me in froglish -probably. He didn't seem to be in too much of a rush though as he hadn't moved by the time I'd nipped into the house to grab the camera.
He did then challenge me to get a picture of him hopping away...the best I managed was a pair of blurred back legs!