Teasel stalks along the fence of the cat yard, intent on the progress of an insect.
Quickly, everyone! Circle it!
The mole goes to earth in a clump of weeds while Teasel, Charlie and Mima are poised for it to pop back out.
The toad managed to escape unscathed from the attentions of the felines who were poking wary paws at it.
The toad, I believe is a female of the Eastern American Toad species.
The females are larger than the males and this is a big toad!
The house cats enjoy their little yard tremendously.
Every insect who zings by, bounces or crawls through the grass, each dragonfly or bird winging through the air is entertainment and interest for the cats.
Watching them I am reminded of films I've seen of their big cat cousins prowling the Serengeti.
We saw them yesterday morning as we finished breakfast--forking about in the drift of leaves that have already fallen from the maple that shades the yard.
Ever mindful of the possibility of a snake, I asked J. to investigate what creature had the cats so enthralled.
He announced the presence of the toad and shooed the cats away from it, where-upon it hopped through the fence. I went out with the camera and hunkered down in front of Mrs. Toad. She obliged by hop-bopping closer. Wanting a slightly different angle for another photo I shifted slightly, causing the leaves to rustle.
I was amazed when the toad bounced closer and emitted a sound, "Phhttt!" Sort of a combination of a hiss and a spit. I left her to her own devices and turned to see the cats now intent on a mole who was humping about the yard. The resident moles have been very busy. The ground under the clothesline is spongey from their burrowings and heavings.
They have created tunnels that cross the cat yard and have several times become an object of interest to be poked at.
Mima picked the mole up in her mouth and promptly spat it out. Cats seem to know that moles are indigestable.
I'm pleased to accomodate the resident toads--the moles are another matter!