Toad in a Trance

I suspect these high temperatures tricked my toad out of his torpor.

I am sure my snooping around weeding and cleaning also disrupted his winter rest.

He spent all day yesterday perched on this rock at the top of the wall.

I checked on him many times yesterday. He was unresponsive.

I did not touch him for fear he might plunge to his death, if disturbed.

He was still precariously perched last night when I went to bed.

This morning, I was pleased to find him in a less exposed location.

He has moved to a space between stones, not far from the hole he emerged from.

He still won’t look at me, maybe he blames me for early emergence. Typical toad attitude.

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Wild Pond Party

I hate to be in such close proximity to so much promiscuity.

It’s my son’s fault you see.

He installed this new, fancy pond aerator

that lights up and blows bubbles.

Apparently, our amphibious neighbors find it irresistibly titilating .

For the past two nights, there has been raucous calling and continuous splashing outside our windows.

When we finally went out with flashlights to try to intervene,

we found revelers on and under every rock!

Frogs to the left of me, toads to the right…

Things were in such a frenzy, we were forced to retreat back inside.

The next morning, there was evidence of their activities floating all over the pond.

Yes, dear readers, eggs… by the hundreds.

This was a tad too much for a lady to witness.

These wild displays every night are rather shocking.  That underwater disco-ball may have to go.

I hope the frog fraternity has gotten its spawn out of it’s system.

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The same goes for those horny toads!

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