Me at the ranch, about 1950
We never could roam too far as we were on foot. We were always in hearing of the car horn. My aunt would honk it, 3 shorts and a long, to let us know it was time to come back to the house. One summer we discovered some tadpoles in an old cistern. So we got some containers and collected a bunch.
tadpole (stock photo)
My mother and father were fine with us bringing them home. They felt it would be a good learning experience to watch them develop into frogs.
We placed them in a large fish bowl in our kitchen and dutifully fed them. We watched as they developed, getting bigger and growing legs. When the front legs started to develop my mother said we needed to find a place to release them. We knew that we couldn't keep them, there were probably 10 -15 or so. Besides wild things are better in the wild. Time got away from us and one morning my brother and I woke to our Mother screaming. We ran into the kitchen. Our Mom was frantically trying to catch little frogs hopping all over the place. We both started helping her scoop up frogs. It took us a bit but we managed to get them back into the fish bowl, covered so they couldn't jump back out. Needless to say that day they went to the pond area my mother had located, and were released to hop to their hearts content.
The following photos are of a frog that lived in our backyard pond for awhile in 2007. We've had frogs come and go over the years but this is the only one that let me take it's photo.
A thought to ponder: "The continued existence of wildlife and wilderness is important to the quality of life of humans." Jim Fowler
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