|Thought you were lost...|
It was such a nice evening. For some reason I glanced into the hole where our scarecrow had once been and saw movement.
|What is this?!?!|
On closer inspection I saw a white throat swallow and a quiet squeak rose from the hole.
A toad! How did he get in there?
I've rescued many from our window wells but this seemed like a pretty small hole to get stuck in. He must've stumbled in just perfectly backwards.
Being careful not to bury him, I moved some soil from around the opening. Then I got the potato fork and gently popped the hole and surrounding dirt from the ground freeing him.
I almost stepped on its little brother/sister/friend in the process...
OK guys, you're free!
Go eat some bugs!!!
This large fellow we discovered today sure has been eating well. About the size of a tennis ball, he ate several ants while we watched!
|Did someone say 'eat some bugs'?|