Amphibian alert

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Something slinky crosses the road ahead. But at this time of year? The special signs haven't even gone up yet.

But it's not hopping and it's too small to be a toad, too long to be a frog. It's walking a bit weirdly and then picks up speed as my car gets closer. It's a bit like a weasel but it isn't. It's shiny and it's tiny.

And then the punchlines of several jokes come into my head just as I am about to almost run the tiny thing over.

It gets faster the closer I get. But it's not tiny, it's minute.

Lordy, lordy, that's it. A newt.

I drive past, wincing as I go over the spot. I look in my rear view mirror. Nothing. It's reached the safety of the other side of the road.

Newt's first law of motion: when you see a car approaching, leg it quick.

That's about it.

Love Maddie x


'Oh please don

Comments

  1. The Red Bladder22 February 2012 at 21:23

    All I can say it wasn't me and I have sometimes been compared to one of your new chums. Lord knows why!

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  2. katie eggeman22 February 2012 at 21:34

    You have special signs that go up during frog season? We were traveling back to Missouri many years ago on a small back road in I think Oklahoma and came upon
    100's of tiny turtles trying to cross the road for several miles.

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  3. Gail Is This Mutton?24 February 2012 at 08:32

    Amphibians crossing is a new one to me.....we have signs warning about deer, but I have never seen a newt crossing.

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  4. Barbara25 February 2012 at 17:37

    I love the signs that say caution ducks on road! I can just imagine a couple of old ducks complete with walking sticks out for a stroll.

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  5. hasenschneck26 February 2012 at 18:22

    I heard there had already been some frogs crossing up near the north Somerset coast. Can't remember where though.

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