Toad on the Road: A Cautionary Tale

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Mild, damp nights are reasonably unusual in February and March, so there are relatively few busy nights each season. On many nights not a single toad is collected, it being just too cold for an ectothermic (cold-blooded) animal to move. Then, on just a few nights each year, huge numbers can be seen (see figure 2 and 3, below). For example, on the busiest night in 2019, 20 volunteers carried 1,754 toads across the road. On two nights in the last 20 years that number has exceeded 2,000. In most years over 50% of all the toads are collected on just four or five evenings. It takes quite a few hours and many volunteers to collect so many toads.

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I DON'T talk about my river,' replied the patient Rat. 'You KNOW I don't, Toad. But I THINK about it,' he added pathetically, in a lower tone: 'I think about it—all the time!'Usually, no organised attempt is made to help these tiny toads across the road – catching them is not easy – although in 2020, when there seemed to be an exceptionally high number of toadlets heading for the road, volunteers collected over 12,000 of them and released them into Oaken Grove woods. Fortunately, when toadlets are on the move between dusk and dawn in the spring it is in the middle of the night and traffic is considerably lighter. The male is, of course, trying to optimise his chances of fertilising the eggs released by ‘his’ female, although once in the lake other males will compete aggressively for the females. Single females arrive towards the end of the spawning migration, very plump and ready to spawn.Although toads dominate the spawning migration to this particular lake, good numbers of frogs and smooth (or common) newts are also collected by the volunteers from the barrier. As with the toads, numbers fluctuate considerably from year to year, but in most years around 500 frogs and 300 newts are helped across the road. Our Multi Award winning establishment offers a little genuine glimpse of Thailand in Hilton. through a journey of... It's about your rowing, I suppose,' said the Rat, with an innocent air. 'You're getting on fairly well, though you splash a good bit still. With a great deal of patience, and any quantity of coaching, you may——' Finest house on the whole river,' cried Toad boisterously. 'Or anywhere else, for that matter,' he could not help adding.

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They had a pleasant ramble that day over grassy downs and along narrow by-lanes, and camped as before, on a common, only this time the two guests took care that Toad should do his fair share of work. In consequence, when the time came for starting next morning, Toad was by no means so rapturous about the simplicity of the primitive life, and indeed attempted to resume his place in his bunk, whence he was hauled by force. Their way lay, as before, across country by narrow lanes, and it was not till the afternoon that they came out on the high-road, their first high-road; and there disaster, fleet and unforeseen, sprang out on them—disaster momentous indeed to their expedition, but simply overwhelming in its effect on the after-career of Toad.Come along in, and have some lunch,' he said, diplomatically, 'and we'll talk it over. We needn't decide anything in a hurry. Of course, I don't really care. I only want to give pleasure to you fellows. "Live for others!" That's my motto in life.' In this context the Henley Toad Patrol is an example of citizen science at its very best. A group of more than 50 volunteers has successfully maintained this large toad population for decades. Without them it is highly likely that this very vulnerable population would have been lost due to unsustainable mortality from the road. a b Kemp, Stuart (6 May 2010). "Kristen Stewart goes On the Road". The Hollywood Reporter. Archived from the original on 2010-05-13 . Retrieved 2010-05-07. I beg your pardon,' said the Rat slowly, as he chewed a straw, 'but did I overhear you say something about "WE," and "START," and "THIS AFTERNOON?"' Robert Kirsch in The Los Angeles Times said, "Mr. Kerouac may one day be a good writer, but that day will come when he stops riding around in a compulsive search for "material" and settles down to learn some of the first things about the craft...Mr. Kerouac calls this "The Beat Generation," but a much more accurate description would be "The Deadbeat Generation." I don't know whether such people really exist, but if they do, he has thoroughly failed to make them believable." [20]

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The review from Time exhibited a similar sentiment. "The post-World War II generation—beat or beatific—has not found symbolic spokesmen with anywhere near the talents of Fitzgerald, Hemingway, or Nathanael West. In this novel, talented Author Kerouac, 35, does not join that literary league, either, but at least suggests that his generation is not silent. With his barbaric yawp of a book, Kerouac commands attention as a kind of literary James Dean." [21] It considers the book partly a travel book and partly a collection of journal jottings. While Kerouac sees his characters as "mad to live ... desirous of everything at the same time," the reviewer likens them to cases of "psychosis that is a variety of Ganser Syndrome" who "aren't really mad—they only seem to be." [21] Critical study [ edit ] John Leland (2007). Why Kerouac Matters: The Lessons of On the Road (They're Not What You Think). New York: Viking. p. 17. At first, in 1988, I simply moved animals to the verge that I spotted in my headlights. I feel that we have a duty of care towards our wildlife and it seemed most uncaring that no one was doing anything to attempt to reduce the huge numbers of casualties occurring so predictably here each spring.The Toad never answered a word, or budged from his seat in the road; so they went to see what was the matter with him. They found him in a sort of a trance, a happy smile on his face, his eyes still fixed on the dusty wake of their destroyer. At intervals he was still heard to murmur 'Poop-poop!'