So I wrote this story today and I started at the beginning, but it wasn’t about me. Something made the person that I was trying to define a little bit worried. I don’t know their name. Neither should you.
They asked some friends for help. Some of the friends were less than helpful and wanted to have their own agenda. How rude! There was a joke or two and some very vividly described exteriors and lovingly detailed interiors and more adverbs that only had eyebrows to do their dirty work.
There was a dog called McGuffin in there also but it didn’t have much influence. Where has the dog gone?
The whole sorry farrago ended after an interminable amount of time without intermission and that was that.
Gong?
What a fun lovely adventurous escape a pad we just had. I’m getting to that.
I did see lots of goldfinches today and a phoebe nesting in our overhang. But… this interesting amphibian.
You can disagree with me about this, if you are of a scientific bent. Under the umbrella of taxonomy it is probably anaxyrus americanus. American Toad. I really want it to be a subspecies of that species, something named a Charlesmithi. That would be just a smaller version and - it wasn’t big - and, not to be anthropomorphic and cliched- the toad was pissed off, obviously because I dug it out of the mulch and altered its life with a photo shoot.
It could just be a frogging youngster with skin issues.
It probably isn’t a Charli. Always go for the most common when you are trying to recognise the things you see. It is exciting to see new stuff but they are not always excited to see you. Run, hop, scramble away from the crazy bastards trying to ensnare. Fight or fly or eat flies and fart. Or
foot (Tubercle) note
I was baptised Charles and my mum was a Smith. But that is not anything to write home about. It did give me pause.
Very amusing