|American Toad?- Bufo americanu|
Lindsay is quick and fearless when it comes to catching critters. This little toad escaped several times, only to be recaptured and studied before its final release. This wasn't its first adventure in life.
She found it on our driveway, the edge of a glade on top of a short bluff twenty feet above the creek. It started life as one of thousands of eggs laid by its mother in slow moving water along the edge of Bull Creek. As the drought progressed, the creek dried up, leaving only a few inches of water, pooling in a desert of dried gravel. Most of its fellow eggs became emergency rations for a wide variety of minnows, shiners, frogs and carnivorous aquatic larvae struggling to survive.
Life as a tiny black tadpole wasn't much easier. Everything seemed to be chasing the dense school of its classmates which were picked off one at a time. Just in the nick of time its little legs developed as its tail shriveled up. It started its land journey as a half inch toadlet, searching for small insects and avoiding birds, snakes and other dangers.
|... and the cycle starts again.|