We took a little drive out into the countryside to see the commercial Hyacinth and Daffodil fields in bloom. Such colours! They look so different from tulips. The colour tones, I mean. Some look like lavender fields in Norfolk....sorta. These spriggly hyacinths are not a type that I had seen before: A closer look: Then there were the signs of frog migration all over that area. There were large expanse of landscape with black rubber strips to guide the thousands frogs/toads to the tunnels under roads so that they wouldn't have to cross the asphalt where they could be squashed by passing auto's. Here you can see one place where the beasts can cross under the road. One thing that I cannot understand is why there are buckets sunk into the ground at the entrance of exit of the tunnel. Poor lil thing, I felt like it wanted me to take it out of the bucket. I wondered if I kissed the frog, if it would turn into a hyacinth....or perhaps I would have. Volunteers come out and hand carry frogs across the roads during their spawning time. The process with the volunteers always takes place at night. I wondered if they gathered up the toads in their thousands, kissed them one-by-one, then tossed them into the fields where the toads turned into hyacinths and sent down roots. Stranger things have happened--take that girl who once kissed a frog and it turned into a PRINCE, for heavens' sake. Yep, I just couldn't bring myself to kiss that thing....i mean there was the question--was it a guy or a girl toad. Then the images of the order frog legs that I had in France that year. Nope--I allowed my chance for scientific investigation to pass. Well, it was a good day with lots and lots to see. I know that there is someone on here that helps with saving migrating toads at their spawning time of year. I hope that she can come on and explain the process.