Day 34, Something moving in the leaves
04/June/2009
I was in a thicket of hawthorn bushes when I heard something rustling through the leaves. I suspected a squirrel, then a chipmunk, but saw nothing. Then I caught just the glint of its eye. A boreal toad, the size of my hand, sunning itself in a shaft of sunlight. All, on this day at least, is right with the world.