I was up along the nasty stretch of Yonge, just above York Mills this morning. On my way to my appointment I spotted a lone blooming tulip:
Lots of tulips leaves are visible, but this was the lone brave bloomer. On my way back to the subway I spotted two young women waving at the ledge along the pavement. Now, I often see slightly odd things, but to see to office workers, on their way back from lunch waving at the grass, I just have to stop. They were desperately trying to stop this lovely fellow from jumping onto the road:
A real beauty, isn’t he. An Anaxyrus americanus or American Toad for the rest of us. He was stuck on a ledge and was trying to leap down from there. Unfortunately that path would have led to one of the busiest stretches of Yonge and he would have been a toad patty in minutes. He was disregarding their leaf waving and was determined to go forward. I gently picked him up and moved him off the ledge to a safe spot up top where he originally came. He posed for a few shots and then leapt off into the ground cover. I’d forgotten how soft and silky toads feel to the touch. Not that I go around fondling amphibians .. I don’t … no seriously… I don’t. But as a kid we used to go frog and toad catching in the creek near where we lived.
If you didn't know he was there, you'd walk right by him. Here’s his (her? How do you tell the difference?) beauty shot:
It’s definitely spring when you see tulips and rescue toads.