In the middle of summer, the Spring’s generation of baby toads start getting adventurous and venture forth from the ponds in which they were spawned. One has to be careful where one puts one’s feet whilst out walking, as the paths are often crawling (hopping?) with loads of these little chaps.
This makes me happy: in the UK, toads are struggling (the usual human ghastliness, plus fungus), so it’s nice to see them doing a little better here.
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single toad in possession of a good pond, must be in want of a wife.
Despite having been interested in, and looking out for, frogs and toads since a young age, I’d never actually seen a male Anuran calling; whilst walking in a park in Oakville, I found this enthusiastic chap parked on the edge of a fountain and calling merrily away.
He was so engrossed in the business of attracting lady toads that I was able to get incredibly close with the macro lens and get this shot.