Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Tales from the Not-So Very Deep -- A New Day
While I miss the deep voice of mature bullfrogs singing me to sleep, I also find joy in finding that my new taddies have sprouted arms and are now breathing air instead of water. Ah, the circle of life....
I found a wee frog the other night--one that is hardly the size of my thumb. And while it is hard to imagine that these teeny things blossom quickly into bird-eating gigantors, it is sweet to see them so tiny. And surprising. One day they are taddies, the next, froglets. This is the part of nature I love--the happy part.
I rarely see the tadpoles while they are working their taddie magic--you know, growing arms and moving their eyeballs to the top of their heads. But it's fun to look out one day and see those little faces clinging to lily pads with wee hands in the water. Oh, they just grow up so fast.
The only time I can "catch" nature in action is at night, with my flashlight. I can see the snails working on the algae, the fish protecting their precious eggs, and of course, the froglets taking their first breaths. It's all very exciting--although I'm sure the neighbor thinks I'm a freak out there with my flashlight in the yard. Whatever.
Last night, I found yet another froglet--a wee frog who still has his tail, but is slowly absorbing it and turning into a full-fledged frog. They breathe air at this point, but they don't eat--they just absorb that tail for nutrients. He too, is very tiny--just a thumb-sized miracle.
So, yeah, the big frogs are long gone, but life goes on. Now, two wee frogs take over the place and call our pond home.