I am house-sitting this weekend, keeping my old
friend Rusty company while his humans attend a wedding.
Rusty escorted me on a wander around the garden, and I thought
these two Froggies made a pretty picture sitting together.
As children, we would catch tadpoles (and the occasional
frog) in the cow’s water trough.
It was fascinating watching them grow legs and finally turn
into little froglets that we would then release back into the trough.
I seldom see frogs these days, although sometimes they can
be heard – usually in overgrown / under-developed areas beside lakes or a
river.
I am so thankful I had a rural upbringing 😊
Margaret.
To witness the transformation of a tadpole to a frog is something every child should experience.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate my rural upbringing too, Margaret. Such great memories!
ReplyDeleteWhat a cute dog to spend some time with!
ReplyDeleteA lovely garden there Margaret - we were close enough to water when the children were growing up (a 'swamp' across the road) the we had various buckets of tadpoles over the years! I can remember house sitting one Christmas holidays, and the house had a pool, and was beside some bush - the cacophony of frogs at night was unbelievable - I was almost glad to return home to relative quiet.
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Maxine
You have good company, Margaret. The little frogs are cute. The local primary school students are growing tadpoles and watching the wonder of emerging frogs at the moment. My little g-g-daughter was telling me all about it today with such wonder in her voice. It took me back to my childhood.
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ReplyDeleteYes, I think growing up in the country is ideal for kids. Ingo and my Nieces did/do so.
ReplyDeleteMy Brother and I grew up in a little town. Not nice. No action, no freedom, either.
I did hear frogs for real, though, too, on holdiays.
We have frogs in the garden here and on winter nights the road is full of them hopping around. Alas some get run over. We see them in the summer too they come out in the cooler nights. I do like to see them . If you're still and quiet they get very close
ReplyDeleteThat sounds awesome :)
DeleteI love a little "yart" as my daughter calls it - yard art, your frogs make me smile! We're just now beginning to hear the little peepers in the creek by the woods - a sure sign spring is one its way.
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for saying you are grateful for a rural upbringing - while that was always my plan for the kids - room to run, play & explore, have their own little gardens & animals - I sometimes wonder how they'll feel when they're older. There were no kids nearby to play with when they were little, no sidewalks for chalk art or rollerskating...but I hope we made up for that with lots of trips to Grandma's house in the city. My mind says it's okay...when my son came home for Spring break, he got out of the car he said, "I can see the sky...I can't see that at school."
Possibly it is something you appreciate more as you grow older :)
DeleteI grew up in the country too but never got to watch tadpoles develop into froggies. I wonder if growing up in the country with no one near me in age ( neither siblings nor neighbours) contributed to my need for solitude now. Who knows, right? GM
ReplyDeleteHe's a very cute doggo, the only frogs I've seen are the green bell frogs who always come out in the rain in Northland.
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