Some nights, when we take the dog outside just before bedtime, we come across a Western toad (Anaxyrus boreas) on his or her way to the water saucer we keep filled for wildlife.
If they’re in the middle of the yard, they’ll step up the hopping to get out of your way. If they’re close to the house, they’ll recede into the shadows and remain perfectly still, keenly hoping you won’t notice them. I always pretend we don’t.












