Languishing in the bath this morning I spotted this tiny, intrepid toad climbing up the wall of the outside shower. I clambered out of the bath dripping wet, and slid across the marble floor to the bedroom, to grab my camera. Stark naked, I then raced back into the bathroom and out into the shower to record his brave ascent on camera. By the time I’d got the lens cap off, he’d taken a dramatic backwards leap and had plunged several feet down and into a flower pot.
Mercifully, the tiny toad’s free-falling had not resulted in broken limbs; if it dented his pride, he hid it very well. For a few moments he allowed me to take some pictures before hopping out of the plant pot and crashing another 6 inches onto the pebbles below.
You’ve got to admire his bravery, warts and all!
This is my first Easter alone, (apart from having tiny toad around of course). Irishman is still in Germany on his artists residency, and the kids are all in the UK. It’s a bit lonely but I’m sure I’ll think of something wild to get up to today!
Hoppy Easter to you all!