Mr. Toad comes to call
I have a great fondness for amphibians. There is no reason for it that I can identify. Something about their squat lumpiness and agile leaping simply pleases me and soothes my soul. My yard is a haven for toads. They live in the garden and under the bushes. I've seen tiny toadlings, smaller than your fingernail, galumphing across my lawn.
Earlier in the Summer, I went walking in a wetlands area near my house with a few of my grandchildren. As we crossed the street to get there, we saw dozens of miniature toads bouncing on the pavement. Sadly, many of them must have perished there. As we walked the gravel path around the ponds, we had to watch our footsteps carefully to avoid stepping on the many miniature toads moving along there.
There were hundreds of these little toads everywhere along the path, and who can say how many thousands were hidden among the wild flowers. We did our best not to harm them, but I doubt that many live to be adults.
songs from my garden
each night of love and want
voice of a toad
Grandson Nate with a Toadling in Hand
my lovely wife - no
fan of toads - agrees that they're
better than chipmunks