Toad time
It was chilly for most of the day... but not too cool to keep the Spring Peepers and American Toads from making a genuine racket in the vernal pools. At dusk, I headed to one of my favorite temporary ponds, and though it was dropping close to 40, the amphibians were in fine voice, the peepers ringing their bells, the toads trilling their shimmering notes. For some reason, I had a hard time finding any of the amphibians, but guided by Venus and other planets, I managed to locate a couple of singers, and though my hands were getting cold, I successfully photographed one show-stopper, who apparently had his eye on a bit of energy-boosting sustenance. That fly hadn't been snagged when I left for the car, but I suspect the toad quickly did the job of snacking.