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.