Had an absolutely brilliant night in Madingley yesterday. Whilst it not be everyone's cup of tea, rescuing toads from the verges and transporting them in comfort (or in buckets, as the case was) to the lake across the road proved to be a most satisfying project. We saved about thirty toads, both tiny males chirping crossly, and the larger females who are expected to carry their mate on their back down to the water.
In true journalist style we were told that had we been there just two nights earlier we'd have seen the pub car park bursting with around 400 lusty amphibians. Still, I was just as happy with thirty.