Our garden has a toad. What an honor. I am proud. C. found him while grubbing for grubs. He was making little peep noises, then dug into the dirt to hide. He's just about impossible to spot unless he puts his eye bumps up – looks just like a lumpy rock, of which we have plenty. He's about four inches across, a nice big juvenile Western male toad, I think.
We put a saucer of water out, in case he wants a drink or a bath or to skip tiny stones.
You know you've got a good garden when you get a toad.