Thursday, May 21, 2020 — 3:45 pm
Pawnee National Grassland — Road 47
I was driving carefully along the tire tracks that were all there was to Road 47 when I saw what looked like a toad in one of the ruts. I pulled over to avoid running it over and looked down on it. The body was flat, and I wondered at first if it had been squished but then I saw that the head was moving. I pulled forward and parked, then walked back to it.
It put up with me crouching down and taking photos from inches away for a couple minutes, then scurried away along the rut. I decided I’d given it enough grief, and we went our separate ways.