Amphibian guts galore – I seem to have stumbled across a crime scene, stretched over 50m of road.
(Nasty picture warning – avoid if squeamish!)
Dead frogs – some flattened, some burst, some frozen, mid-movement, cause of death unknown. It seems early in the year to spawn – I thought it would be too cold for for them. But no, they seem to have been making their way towards the pond in a nearby quarry. Out of the ten that I find, maybe three are flattened, passing cars. It’s the others that intrigue me – their tiny fingers raised in some last melodramatic plea, spawn piled on the tarmacadam alongside.
What do I do? I take photographs.