I made a friend today.
Here he is, resting in my gloves. He looks a little tired.
This is where he was when I first found him as I was removing the leafy mulch from our gardens. He blended in well with the leaves. He was barely moving, and I was worried that he'd been there the whole time and that I might have stepped on him at some point, and that was the reason he was so sluggish.
However, I think he would have splatted quite remarkably if I actually had stepped on him. That's my hope anyway. He was unbelievably placid and even posed kind of nicely for me, as you can see him here resting against my thumb.
He's thinking of his life back with the other toads.
Looking at this picture, it's not too hard to imagine the tragic thing that happened shortly thereafter...the toad finally made a move, and leaped out of my hand...directly onto a spiny barberry bush.
He survived; I don't think he got pierced or anything. I set him on this rock. He didn't seem to care.
So then I set him down on the edge of the woods; I thought that might be more his speed. Here's to hoping he finally hopped off.