
Lines across the road,
armed with buckets and torches
to save a species

Lines across the road,
armed with buckets and torches
to save a species
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Reminds me where I used to live. The house was built on a migration route. If I opened the back and front doors the toad would happily hop on through. Though the kids still scooped them into buckets as there was a road to cross to reach their breeding grounds. And you try explaining to a 4 year old that the little one is male, and it’s not his mummy he’s clinging to, but his mate. Oops, toad pornography right there in your hand. 🙂
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