Years ago as I first ventured into the world of blogs I often times found myself caught up in jealousy as I read posts about nature tables in peoples homes, and nature walks they’d taken with their children. In my freshly built neighborhood with it’s crushed granite and zero-scaping there was no room for nature. All the nature had been pushed back by the bulldozers and warned to keep out.
On Friday Moo, Duke and I stopped in the park again. There weren’t so many toads that time, I expect the birds have been busy thinning the population, but there was still a smattering. This time Duke came out of the stroller to see the little guys. He was delighted, but I’m pretty sure the delight came from running free in the out of doors. I don’t think he took note of the toads.
Today,(Saturday) Ziz and Enz finally got the chance to come toad watching. There were even fewer toads to be found on the toady stretch of sidewalk this morning. We did manage to find a few, and with Zizza involved, the watching quickly progressed to catching.
Nature guys! In my neighborhood! It only took 8 years to find some! How about another exclamation point? OK! Seriously though, I was really happy about the toads.
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