This may be a two-part story; I don’t know yet.
I was in the kitchen working on something behind the refrigerator when I heard a “SCREECH” coming from the back yard. A moment later, I heard it again: SCREECH! Thinking that it was a baby bird in distress, noted the location of my two cats as we all went out to the porch and then to the back yard. I strode over to the Orchid tree and stood under it and waited. SCREECH! Ok, I was in the right area. I looked up, scanning the leaves and twigs to see if I saw any thing — no birds, no mice — then suddenly, it SCREECH-ed again and then something fell out of the tree and hit the ground.
My one cat sat near where I was standing, but he seemed to know to leave the critter alone. I stepped closer and saw that it was a tree frog. I picked up a little twig and tapped the frog on the butt, to see if he would hop. He didn’t.
I scooped him up with my fingers and he held onto my thumb. I looked him over closely. He was breathing. He seemed to have scraped the skin over the top of his left eye. Everything else seemed to be ok.
I took him into the house and got a paper towel for him to sit on and went out to the porch and sat down. I smoothed his scraped skin near his eye back into place with my finger nail. I sat calmly and figured the warmth of my hand was a good thing.
My daughter has a friend who raises spiders and snakes. We called her up. As it happens, she was driving near our house and came over. She looked at Frog and agreed with me that he was probably shook up and maybe a little shocked. She said we could put him in a box of some kind with air holes and a wet paper towel and let him rest for a while.
Maybe he’d eat some cat food…