For a week or so, Sparkly Jane and I have been driving past these temporary signs on our way to and from work. Today the madcap challenge of photographing the subject of their warning was just too great to ignore, especially under a full moon, so tonight we donned our Hi-Vi accessories, then drove off into the countryside in search of a miniature, amphibious exodus.
We didn’t exactly find a plague’s worth of frogs on the move, but, once our eyes got used to separating them from the metalled road surface, we found quite a few. I was able to snap this little critter, ably assisted by Jane. She was in charge of the wireless flash unit which was augmenting the moonlight, while I popped a bit of warmer coloured light in from the front, simulating a driver’s eye view of these vulnerable travellers.
Cars were approaching fast. We both stood guard over the tiny trekker, forcing traffic to slow down and avoid squashing all three of us. Then we gently and gratefully lifted the startled star of tonight’s show safely onto the damp grass verge, before driving carefully back the way we’d come, for the whole, winding, two mile stretch, watching all the while that we didn’t harm any of the other speckled voyagers, all busy crossing the road.
Postscript: I am grateful to Wendy Carter of the Worcestershire Wildlife Trust, for telling me that what I mistakenly took to be a frog is actually a toad. More information on the WWLT website.