Newly hatched LT salamanders in a very turbid, shallow, drying puddle about 8 feet in diameter. Egg masses still present but diffuse and detached from their structural supports.
One of a very bold pair "play-stalking" up to cattle and their many calves. Apparently without any serious intent on grabbing one, even those that wander distressingly far from the moms. But according to the rancher, these coys "don't dare" if any moms within sight. No predation and I got serious "messing around" only vibes. I came up a slope and both coys ran but a short distance, tussled together then split up. I kept on this one which boldly turned back to casually trot past, flanking road with me in clear sight ... even pausing to look back a couple times. Had I been so inclined and uncaring of spooking 500 Angus, I could have shot it a dozen times ... with a SLINGSHOT.
Sidebar: last night (10 days after these images) I found a fairly-fresh pronghorn kill in the next draw. These coyotes aren't starving and, in fact, I found them rather large and heft compared to most refs.
Found in a discarded beer can along a forest road. The shrew likely entered to seek beer remnants, got trapped behind the flap at the opening, and died from hypothermia or starvation in the wet conditions. The sheared fur and exposed skin suggests the shrew may have also suffered injury from the sharp metal in trying to escape.
Growing in shade under stairs