Today began with an unidentified sound and has continued all day long. While I write I can hear them still!
The toads are calling for a mate.
It is the first time I have had the pleasure of hearing them. I say them because there are two different calls. One slightly higher pitched than the other.
At the back of our house (really its the front but our house is one of those back to front houses with the garden leading on to a road, whereas the front has a walkway) we have a piece of fenced off waste ground. Now this area is a bit marshy and where it has rained for the past couple of days there are lovely big puddles with reeds and plants surrounding them.
Well from these makeshift ‘ponds’ the song of the toad can be heard. I know they are toads because I checked my suspicions by searching on You Tube!
I have to admit that my love of the book A Lizard in My Luggage helped to remind me what was going on. The author, Anna Nicholas, who lives in Mallorca had gone on a fair bit about her toads so it gave me an inkling of what was happening.
Well to some it may be annoying but I think it’s great and although they remain hidden from my sight I know I have my own little wildlife centre just a few feet from my front door 🙂