During yesterday’s walk around the local country park I witnessed something I’ve never seen before. I took a path through an area of woodland to escape the heat of the sun and found myself having to watch where I placed my feet to avoid stepping on the toadlets that were sitting in the dirt all along the path. There weren’t huge numbers all together in one place but every three or four strides a tiny Toad, disturbed by my approach, hopped across the path. It was certainly good to see such good Toad numbers but I have no idea why they had chosen yesterday to move en masse through the woodland.