This town is on both sides of the road. What looks like lumps of clay or rocks in this picture is really lots of prairie dogs. The mounds around some of the holes are a little easier to see. Some holes are small, but others are quite large. The hole under the trash dumpster in the top right corner was so big that it looked like the corner of the dumpster could fall in.
Above is a cropped section of the same photo. See the prairie dogs now?
After a few minutes, they all come back out again as if nothing happened.
I was ten to twelve feet away and keeping as still as I could, and he sat up again and just watched me.
After a few minutes, he turned his head to look around a little, but he never took his eyes off of me. When I walked off, he ducked into his hole. Searching for his friends who deserted him no doubt.
As I walked toward a road intersection to join Hubby, a startled prairie dog ran across the road.
Here is her glamour shot as she stopped beside a pot hole in the road.
She paused for a moment and then jumped into the pot hole. We waited a few minutes, but she never came out, so we walked over to the pot hole to see if she was crouched in the bottom.
It wasn't a pot hole at all! The prairie dogs had dug through the pavement and she was long gone!