He sees me but does not leave. So far I am not a threat. The frog is perched upon a broken stick sunk into the muck of a water planter. Its front legs and belly rest on a white rock used to weigh down the planter into a large pot used to hold a water plant and provide a temporary home to tadpoles.
The frog blends in well, its mottled leg almost indistinguishable from the dead reeds around it. Its soft white belly seems part of the rock upon which it rests.