Humphrey, scaffolding boards, and Toadi

Hello! :-)  My mobile number was supposed to be transferred to my new phone today, but message received saying this will be tomorrow.  Drat!  Nevermind. 

Well I was bothered about my Humphrey last night.  Before I could get over to his cage to say Hi, he had reversed back up his tube and was not to be tempted back down.  Something had obviously spooked him, or he was not feeling well.  So instead of assuming my usual telly watching position (where Hubby eventually plays with my hair without realising it), I sat in the corral next to Humphrey's cage.  The corral is the play area fencing that I keep folded up underneath the settee until evening... that my peeps catch their toes against before they sit down.. So yes I sat in there with one eye on Ross Poldark and the other on Humph.  It took him ages to venture down that tube.  When I lifted him out, his little face was looking at me, asking me something but I've no idea what.  I just spoke to him softly and tried to reassure him that all was good.  Eventually, and after his first ever hammy treat, he had forgotten what was bothering him, but by now it was my bedtime!  I presume it was the wind blowing down the chimney causing him to be unsettled, but I don't know for sure. 

Speaking of toes, I caught mine again this morning.  Yep, the same one.  I make a grand effort to get out of bed early and that is the thanks the universe gives me. 

In other news, it is good to see that nextdoor has had the remaining scaffolding boards secured.  My tardy timing on retrieving the wheelie-bin last week possibly saved my life.. 

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Following the passing of a much loved toad last August, each garden visit sees me scouring the undergrowth.  Toadi was such a character.  She was with us for 3 years.  Her appearance in our lives was, to me, quite magical.  Following a strange chirping sound from the central heating one day, I expressed my wish for a frog to a rather unimpressed Hubby.  It became a running joke.. upon each trip for pet supplies, I would ask again.. please could I have a frog??  The answer was always no!

Then one sunny day, after dropping my gloves and piece of cardboard in amazement, there she was.  I had mistaken Toadi for cat poop. She was a toad, not a frog, but close enough and with heaps more character.   How she came to be there at the back of the house, we're not quite sure.  I felt justified in keeping her as although she seemed in no pain, her back leg had signs of previous injury - suggesting she would be easy prey.  I read all I could about toads and learnt that she was a female as she made no sound, unlike the males that did.   She seemed content in the home we made her and enjoyed her mealiworm feasts.  

People probably thought we were most strange having a resident kitchen toad, but we miss her lots. 

Toadi

Out for a stroll