Mr. Toad lives in the rockpile by my steps, and comes out to look around occasionally. He lets us get close, but not close enough to poke him--not that we want to. I prefer him to the chipmunks.
I haven't had much time to take out the dolls and work on them--I have two covers I am doing at the same time. This cover needs a lot of hand-painting for the heads, though I can tack up reference right next to where I am working, and that helps.
I did find time to go to the farmer's market on Saturday, and there was a stand making tiny, Iplehouse-sized donuts. I didn't buy any--neither Bryan the doll nor I can eat them, adorable as they looked.