Each year, by the middle of July, I have a ritual at my Cape Cod upholstery shop to look for baby toads in the yard. They’ll be so many of them, that I won’t be able to mow the lawn for a few weeks or so. I love the toads, because after they’re born, all the ants disappear. And that’s not a mystery as to where the ants have gone. But this year, my four year old daughter and I were only able to find one baby toad. One! There are usually hundreds. This was quite a mystery, because in the Spring I saw the adult toads, which usually amounts to baby toads in July.
A few days ago, out of the woods where there are wild lowbush blueberries, come a flock of wild turkeys. A mom, known as a hen and six large babies, known as poults. They start walking around the upholstery shop yard foraging for food. Luckily, my wife and four year old daughter were there to see the spectacle. Suddenly my daughter exclaims, “Daddy, maybe that’s where the baby toads went”. I gasped in amazement and said, “Your right, you solved the toad mystery”. High Fives, hugs and praises to the four year old nature sleuth!