Roy, why oh why didn't I read this last night? The Woodies in my garden get fed once a day at breakfast time, and at this time of year, breakfast is served last thing at night. Last night was all wet and stormy. I really should have known better than to wander down the path without a torch. I felt something soft under my shoe, it didn't feel quite right. I turned back to look (the security light now having been triggered) and there it was, one fairly flattened toad. I gently flicked it to the border of the path, and felt guilty as sin for the rest of the night. I cannot find it today. Possibly, just possibly, he may have lived. Fingers crossed.
