Ellen was riding Ranger on the loop this weekend, and I was
walking next to them to keep them company.
Our loop has a drainage ditch on 2 sides of it. as we were walking, I looked down and saw
something funny looking on the ground.
Ranger was heading straight for it.
I tried to tell Ellen to move him away, but I was so distracted by what I
saw that my words came out in a jumble.
At the very moment I was able to say to watch out, Ranger
stepped on it. I watched as he missed it
with his back hoof. It was the first
time I ever saw a spotted salamander, and now it was squished. It was black and slimy with yellow spots. I figured it must have crawled out of the
ditch where it probably was laying eggs.
So much for that.
I figured I would at least get a good look at it on the next
lap—and then I couldn’t find it anywhere. There was not trace--no tail or leg--nothing. (They can lose an appendage and still survive to grow a new one.) Apparently, Ranger didn’t kill it, after all. It was muddy, and either he just pushed it in
the mud or the salamander was within the concave part of his hoof when he
stepped on it. Maybe it was a
combination of both. Anyway, I wasn’t
able to get a good look at it, but at least it was still alive.
When I told Kevin about it, he was all excited. Turns out, in his whole life, he has never,
ever seen one, either—and he loves anything reptilian or amphibian. He would have loved to see it, but he was
glad it survived.
Funny, all the time we spend in the local parks riding and
hiking, and we end up seeing a salamander at the barn by a drainage ditch.
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