Toad Chronicles: Chapter 3
It was a short five days ago that I decided to embrace the wildlife in my yard and somehow protect the toads from the vicious blades of my Toro.
I created two toad houses, and asked my fabulous Manny to work with the kids to move any toads they encountered to the new neighborhood.
True to my request, they found two little critters and moved them into the new digs. There was the big, brown “Toadie,” (named by Boo) whom I believe to be the original source of my anxiety. The second toad, a little spotted (and surprisingly cute) guy was named “Little Johnny” by Druesy. A third toad was captured, but his nervous reaction of peeing all over Boo earned him a ticket to freedom, as he hopped into the bushes.
When Toadie was moved into his lair, he got freaked out by Boo and hopped to the edge of the garden, where he abruptly disappeared into a deep chipmunk hole. Oops! So much for my attempt at saving him from lawn mower doom! The kids thought they saw him climbing out, but as of now, his whereabouts are still unknown.
This is the last place anyone saw Toadie. We think he hopped out and made a break for his old spot.
Little Johnny sat in his new pad just long enough for me to get his picture. We went in for dinner, and when we came out, Little Johnny had flown the coop also.
Little Johnny
Checking it Out
And so it goes.
