Yesterday morning I mowed the back lawn, and afterwards I let the dogs out so they could play. As I opened the back door, Pixie charged out and almost immediately stopped to sniff something fascinating on the door mat. I shooed her away when I realized it was a teeny, tiny little frog. Or toad, I guess I should say. I couldn't believe how small it was. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen! It instantly reduced me to mental baby-talk. "Awww, awen't you just the cutest wittle toady-woady?" I ran inside to grab my camera and I shot several pictures of it. It didn't move a muscle, even when I had it on my macro setting and had the camera right on top of it. If it wasn't for his little sides moving in and out as it breathed, I might have wondered it if were still alive. I guess it didn't find me very intimidating. Must have been the baby talk. There is a small chance I had one of those "Did I say that out loud?" moments.
Anyway! Moving on.
I wanted to get a shot that would give a sense of scale, so I went back inside to get a dime to place next to it. The little toad was still there when I got back, although it did eventually make one huge hop as I fussed with the right placement of the dime. But then it sumbitted to my photo shoot again. Don't you love it when nature is so accommodating?