F.r.O.G!
Dafte beasts, sat in the middleof the Innocent Path this morning. I did my SSPCA bit and after spotting a first pair from a little distance away, turned and tried to usher them from the path. A little too much 'else' going on in their little froggy minds, so they didn't seem perturned at all at being picked up and put to the side.
Off I cycle feeling happy at doing a little good deed for the morning, when I suddenly realise, 100 yards on, there's another pair at it! I came very close to squishing them, but for a ninja-swerve. So shifted them off the path as well (they were happy to be ushered for a while, but the young lady frog was a little tired after a few hops with a chap on her back).
I saved four lives this morning. I reckon I'll wind up being some sort of mythical being for frogs...