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Have you noticed there are frogs at the feet of the boar?  It was the first time I've noticed them.

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  1. I love noticing wee details like this. But, nope, the frogs had escaped me. I have a Macquarie Street excursion on the schedule soon ... so will overcome ,my prejudice ...

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  2. I love frogs and I'm a big fan of outdoor art, so this really appeals to me. :)

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  3. I'm a Froggie fan too ... he looks right at home in that spot :D)

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    1. Oh yes I remember you are. I like the big green ones in real life.

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  4. I like them too. They breed in our fish pond and while I don't see them often I hear their calls

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  5. My house is full of frogs (not real ones) because the kids at school learnt that I like frogs so every year I got frogs as presents.

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