I've been babysitting a big mud puddle by the horse-watering trough. It's full of tadpoles. Things have gotten a bit complicated because the horses have decided that they like to roll in the water, so the water is no longer clear -- hard to keep track of my tadpoles.
But even without my close supervision and careful feeding (I have no idea what I'm doing but I throw out old mushed alfalfa cubes and cat food -- tadpoles are vegetarians until they grow their back legs, then they become carnivores so I put out something for everyone. I know they liked both of these because I saw them eating them) they have morphed into little tiny frogs. Or toads. Here's a photo of one on the driveway. Notice the scale next to a penny. Now that's a little frog! (Or toad.)


How fun!!! I don't think I would have even thought of trying to feed them!!!
Posted by: Indiana Keetha | May 18, 2009 at 04:10 AM
What I want to know is how such a little froad (and a froad he shall remain until you tell us which way he actually swings, frog or toad) carries such large small change.
Posted by: Bear | May 18, 2009 at 05:40 AM