|No, not a grumpy pensioner - it's a toad|
You can tell when spring has sprung, or at least the clocks have sprung forward, even if you have driven home from work on the Thursday night in a snowstorm and then to work in a snowstorm on the Friday morning, following the start of British Summer Time!
Anyway a sign that good times are just around the corner is the annual attaching to the lamp posts of the 'toads on the road' road signs. Have to say the poor old toad doesn't look too happy with his lot does he, probably something to do with the ups and downs of the weather recently.
January and February nights were accompanied by the croaking of frogs and toads and if our usual 'Daddy' does emerge from his winter hibernation place, under the fibre glass base of the waterfall feature, he will be ten years old by my reckoning and quite an impressive sight. During dry days in the summer he has been known to spend time patrolling the garden on the look out for food and is quite happy to sit in some shade watching you doing the weeding. One of the great sights in our garden occurred about ten years ago when a toad was sat on a lily pad in the pond and a slug happened to cross his path, I haven't seen a tongue move that quick in years. The slug, despite being almost the same size as the toad, didn't stand a chance.
I have tried to give nature a helping hand in the past by feeding dead slugs to the various amphibians we have in the garden but apparently they prefer their food live, fortunately the birds are less fussy.