I really enjoy the toads. I keep three empty pots on the porch for them and dump water in every evening to keep the habitat nice and muddy for them. They burrow into the mud and sleep there during the day to escape the heat. At night they jump out and busy themselves eating the insects drawn to the porch light. They’ve become familiar enough with me that i can toss some of them a Junebug and they catch and eat it. They tolerate me and my incessant need to have them burrow in the pots without the rooted plants in them. Im constantly waking them up and rotating them over to the designated toad habitats.
The summer came with a certain type of evening music. The crickets, toads, and cicadas all chorused in unison beneath the melody of a chuck wills widow to produce a song graced periodically with the noise of a passing cardinal or a frightened deer. It was beautiful evening music. These were the sounds of Summer.