early morning, sunset street

Washing up while waiting for the kettle, I'm looking out the window thinking about our toad. My first sighting yesterday - Terry came to get me, all excited and hushed he was; been mowing the lawn. Mr Toad, hunched by the fence, hiding from the sun. On the other side of the garden this time, not in the long grass Terry sweetly saved for him. Possibly my first toad. Lots of froggles when we were little, but really nothing but urban foxes and naughty squizzers since I've been in London. Now so much wildlife of the kind I haven't seen since the country in our little urban garden. Terry saw a jay and found the toad, and washing up at the kitchen window I've seen tits aplenty, and there are sparrows on the street and a little dead bird, fallen (pushed?) from the nest.