Monday, April 24, 2017

Livestock



The last thing the Weaver expected to see while she was cleaning out a window well was someone looking back at her. Amidst the leaves and pine duff, a handsome and dignified toad was at the bottom, effectively trapped in a prison of his own making:



I took him out for his formal portrait:



Then I placed him in a hopefully more sustainable habitat: a quickly constructed ‘toad house’, situated in a sheltered back corner of the garden:



With a small pool nearby, our new friend should have all he requires for a happy toady existence, excepting, perhaps, for a Mrs. Toad (or vice-versa.) I’ll let nature take its course on that issue.

By Professor Batty



4 Comments:

Blogger oroboros said...

Toad Hall. Cats and raptors keep out!


Blogger Jono said...

I hope he appreciates his new digs.


Blogger Shoshanah Lee Marohn said...

Awww. You made a friend. :)


Blogger Professor Batty said...

And he looks just like me!

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