Toad #2

I was doing yard work a few days ago. It was around 85° outside. In Ohio we go from 38° to 85° in 24 hours. It was humid for May. I hate it already. Sweaty and exhausted from trimming the hedges and cleaning up debri, the patio looked like a good place to take a break. The shaded furniture and a few bottled waters were my company for the next 20 minutes. The slight breeze helped dry me off as I moved around the chair to expose areas to the wind.

Sliding down in the chair I crossed my legs and closed my eyes. The feeling of someone standing beside me made me open my eyes to look. No one’s there. A few minutes later I swear someone is near me so I sit up and look around. Again, there’s no one around. I felt my body getting stiff just from the short time sitting. Getting up I stretched my back to one side thinking it’ll cure everything. I reached to pull the chair back into the neat magazine-like set up it was displayed as. There in my chair sat a toad. I didn’t see it when I sat down. It doesn’t blend in with chair color. I poked it to see if it was alive. He just blinked and pushed back. I don’t believe It didn’t get smashed while I was thrashing around trying to air myself out. I snapped the picture, I think he smiled for the camera, then put the chair back in. Maybe we’ll meet up again some day.

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October 21st, 2014 was a cool rainy day. I wanted to be outside to breath in the clean air filtered by the woods. I walked longer than I should have. My foot was pounding with pain but I wanted to get back to my place before it rained again. My boots were muddy; sitting at the door stoop I took them off and breathed in the cold wet air. Through the rustling blown leaves a voice came through. A sound of concern, but not a distinguished set of words. I turned my head to determine the direction it was coming from, breathing slower to catch the raw sound. The wind stopped momentarily. As I slowly un-tuned my senses, calm and relaxed set in. My vision focused. Sitting directly in front of me was a toad. He wasn’t there when I walked up to the door. Although, fairly well camouflaged and blending in with the sidewalk and blowing leaves, I would have seen it. Why was a toad out in 40 degree weather in the rain? We just watched each other. As I moved my camera closer to get a picture, he turned to look into the phone. I don’t know how to take care of a toad, but if I did…

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