While I was dumping dirt out of a large urn . . .
. . . an American Toad (Bufo americanus) appeared on the ground in front of me.
He/she was not amused.
He/she thought that dirt looked familiar.
A quick sniff by Aslan …Â
… and The Toad was back in the pot.
I was working beside the Wet Weather Creek when I spied a Toad backing into a hole in the bank.
Of Course I had my Trusty Panasonic in my pocket!
There was only time to snap one picture because …
Zacchaeus The Kitty moved in for a closer look.
I didn’t see The Toad again.
Zacchaeus The Kitty was a Different Story.
