Toady Went A-Courtin'

On that late August morning when we saw the bear in the backyard, I went outside when the furry critter crossed over into the meadow to see if I could get a better photo.

I nearly stepped on Mr. Toad as he was making his way back to Toad Hall. Apparently he'd had a rough night out and had lost his fine clothes. There was no sign of Mole or Rat, or the fine motorcar that Toad was known for (Wind in the Willows reference for the non-readers out there).