I could tell the toad was trying to get up the step onto the back porch. It seemed a long way for her to hop, and I guess it was because she climbed up instead.
We were having breakfast when I spotted her.
Jon and I both watched as she took her time, unfazed by our presence or the cats, and found some breakfast for herself. We weren’t sure where she was going until we saw her snatch of a big black ant scurrying across the slate.
After eating she was hanging out too close to the back door so I put her in the garden. I didn’t want one of us to step on her by mistake.
She took her time but soon disappeared in the plants. I put a shallow dish of water in the garden for her, just in case she was thirsty after breakfast.
We had a much bigger toad living in the garden but haven’t seen her for a year or so. It’s nice to have a garden toad again.
(I’m not sure if our toad is a male or female. I just read that if their throat is white it a male and yellow is a female. Also a female has longer toes. It’s hard to tell from the photo what color our toad’s throat is and her toes look long to me, but I have nothing to compare them to. So I’ll have to wait till I see her again to find out if she is really a she or she is a he.)