Somehow this big toad (he’s next to a corn cob) got himself into the chickens’ enclosure. I only discovered him because I heard him scrambling out of my way as I went to collect the eggs later than usual. This picture is taken with a flash.

In my experience growing up on the farm, chickens would go after toads, frogs, and small snakes. You would see a hen with her prize in her beak, running with 20 to 50 other hens forming a wake behind her.

So this toad, in my opinion, would be in grave danger when the chickens emerged from the coop in the morning.

I can’t stand handling such creatures, so I made Phil come out to rescue the critter.

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