Horny Toad Survival

Here’s the kicker: not a scratch. No punctures, no missing bits, nothing. If I hadn’t watched him take the 25‑plus‑foot sky‑dive, you’d never know he’d just bailed out of a hawk’s talons into a thorny bush. His face had that John Wayne swagger and Clint Eastwood squint—the kind that says, “my feet smell from kicking so much keister.”

After a quick once‑over and a few photos, we set him down at the road’s edge. He ambled off like he had a tale to tell: from who‑knows‑what, to getting grabbed by a hawk, to a mid‑air escape, to parachuting into a mesquite mess, to getting man‑handled by a human, and finally riding off into the sunset. One heck of a South Texas survival story.