For most of its life, a spadefoot toad listens only for rain. Buried several feet underground, metabolism slowed, it holes up for months. Above ground, winter and drought parch the land, coyotes battle possums, owls lift the unsuspecting rattler high into the air. The toad might hear, now and then, the overhead scurry of rodents,…
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