We were surrounded by a cacophony of sounds as soon as we got off the plane in Bermuda and like so many other places it’s the tree frogs causing all the commotion.
I kind of like to think of myself as knowing a bit about wildlife and being quite observant, in the wilderness anyway! (not being able to find anything and everything is standard practice at home and work of course) I felt quietly confident in tracking one of the little critters down. A life long Bermudian, who’s cottage we were staying in, and Cleo (semi professional Bermuda visitor) who we were staying with in the cottage had seen 8 and 0 respectively so I didn’t put too much hope in it though.
For whatever reason though, these little critters, this time were almost flinging themselves at us in the end. We even had one visit us in the cottage and we felt suitably honoured.
This is just a big toad I found in a tree stump.
