Yesterday, while watering my herb garden, a flash of movement caught my eye. Oh my! An adorable tiny toad, no bigger than a dime, was jumping away from the splashing droplets of the hose. I knew it had to be one of the toads I had raised from a tadpole. I ran for the house and my camera, praying the toad wouldn’t jump out of sight. He didn’t. I was able to get a good photo of him. His camouflage is amazing. He blends in perfectly with the ground beneath him.

Can you see him?

Here’s the same photograph with the toad outlined.

Here’s a close-focus portrait of the tiny little toad.

It was a lot of work raising the toad. I hope a few of his brothers and sisters are somewhere hopping around the garden too.

If you’d like to read the whole story here are the links to each post:

Tiny Tadpoles Part I
Tiny Tadpoles Part II
Tiny Tadpoles The Final Edition