Meet Thomas.
I’ve always loved wildlife in all the glorious sizes and shapes it arrives in—but one creature has always held a special place in my heart: the toad. As a child, I would spend hours searching for Thomas the toad in my Nan’s greenhouse. The toad was always there. We called him Thomas Dale, after my Pops—and like Pops, he just about tolerated me.
Thomas the toad led a busy life that brought nothing but positivity to our greenhouse, it was the perfect place for him. My intrusions were possibly a small price he thought worth paying for the perfect home. He was nearly always in the same few locations. The greenhouse had raised brick walls filled with soft, damp and thick, rich soil from the compost heap, with terracotta pots stacked and leaning on top —some broken beneath the cactus-covered bench—and that was the area Thomas loved the most.
I loved watching him—moving, climbing, and fidgeting into his favourite spots. His brilliant eyes, like molten copper and gold, always shone through the dark. His textured bumpy glands caught the light in a way that made him look magical and very thoughtful —he always made me smile. We see toads occasionally at the rescue centre, and every time I do, I feel that same sense of wonder I had as a child.
And now, I’ve been given a beautiful toad that I can’t stop looking at, with brilliant eyes and the most perfect skin. He’s larger and much heavier than his living twin, but no less perfect—and he was given to me by someone who tirelessly makes a difference to wildlife every single day of his life, and that reason, the memories and the fact he’s toad …. Thomas will make me smile — every single day. All I need to find now is a suitable stone or platform for him to sit on xxx
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