I stepped out the front door to be greeted by a gorgeous, beautiful fall day, and by a lovely toad sitting in the middle of the sidewalk, a mere six feet from the door. He allowed me to photograph him; he let me walk past him to get him from another angle. He never so much as flinched.
The world has held great heroes
As history books have showed
But never a name has gone down to fame
Compared with that of Toad! --from Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame
Tenacious toad.
ReplyDeleteOooooh, he's lovely. Almost as lovely as a frog....
ReplyDeleteA delightful story.
ReplyDeleteG'morn ~
ReplyDeleteCute write ... I'd have gone back indoors.
Have a beautiful weekend.
TTFN ~ Hugs, Marydon
Jim-- He does like his space.
ReplyDeleteLin-- I'm partial to toad. Don't have to maintain a pond-- Don't own any waders, doncha know?
Chuck-- And no croaking after sunset.
Marydon-- Oh, we enjoy the critters around here. Though one of our moles got run over in the road last night.
Great picture!
ReplyDeleteVee-- Thanks. Toad was very cooperative!
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