As I was in the garden yesterday, I saw movement from the corner of my eye. A blowing leaf? The movement was not fast enough to be one of the dastardly voles. Surveying the bed, I could not find the leaf, so stood perplexed. And then I saw a little indentation in the dirt, and in that hole was a toad! A beauty of a toad, basking in his ugliness.
|Mr. Toad, 4/26/2012|
No chance Mr. Toad, this is a big happening. My garden is smack dab in the middle of probably 80 plots that are 20 feet by 40 feet. Never before had I seen a toad in my garden, nor in many walks around the entire community gardens. He had to have had a pretty determined hop to get out to here. And a pretty smart toad to set up shop in my "No Till Zone." It is not pleasant to envision the outcome of a toad meets roto tiller encounter. I would bet on the tiller every time. No surprise outcome where the tortoise beats the hare. So he found himself a very hospitable piece of garden real estate. I am going to take a water bowl to the park today, to hopefully encourage him to stay around by fulfilling his water needs.
Here is the view from the other side. I was trying to find his handsome side, but I am not sure which side is better. So why am I happy to be visited by Mr. Toad? His diet consists of only live bugs and crawlies. Cutworms. Slugs. Yummy. Please enjoy your summer here Mr. Toad. And many happy returns.