Lead singer in the backyard band, crosses the lawn en route to escaping
the hot African sun. Maybe to catch a nap and prepare for the night's
performance? He is just one of the gutteral toads with whom I share my
home. Wow, and are they noisy at night, at the height of summer? I look
forward to the day when such wonderful animals once again move freely
across the veld without having to cross roads carrying roaring trucks,
speeding BMWs and concrete walls. Roll on peak oil (http://dieoff.org/page224.htm).