As I mentioned recently, I’m growing frogs. Here is some evidence :
If you look closely you can see a good sized tadpole on the top left (of the rocks, that is, not of the entire picture) and a former tadpole, aka baby frog, on the top right. There are other tadpoles in there hiding under rocks and stuff. When they are all grown up they will look like this:
But, you know, not so blurry. I need to change lenses to get a decent picture of a grown bullfrog. They only let you get so close before they jump all the way under the water.
Then, of course, there are the toads:
It is worth noting that the rocks in this picture are of the same general size as the rocks in the first picture, just so you understand how miniscule this toad is.
Then there are the sleepy tadpoles:
They are joined in their slumber by Rat Dog (blending in nicely with the black chair behind Tank Boy) and everyone’s favorite cat, Jabba the Butt. No, that is not actually her name, but it might as well be.
Then there is a picture I just had to take this evening because it is usually rather windy here and I have never seen our pond so calm:
Of course the wind isn’t the only thing that keeps the pond stirred up:
Okay, who’s the mom that got you that awesome squirt gun kid? C’mon who? Who? That’s right, that’s right. That would be me. I rock, I know. So does the dollar store, but that is a totally different issue. (And yes, I have had to break up a few “sword” fights since bringing those squirt gun thingies home — so worth it).
There you have it, country living at its finest.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is hiding from the water weaponry.