The May long weekend was glorious. Our weekend was action packed with visits from friends and family as well as a wedding. Somehow we managed to visit the pond 3 days in a row.
By the third visit, my kids were somewhat less than enthused about the prospect of another look at a bunch of freshly hat bed tadpoles. Their cousins hadn’t had a chance to visit the pond though and they were keen to see the frogs – so with a bit of cajoling and the negotiated short visit to the pond we set out to see what we could see.
Their concerns of boredom with the tadpoles evaporated rather quickly. The heat of the weekend had helped the tadpoles to grow quickly and there was considerable activity worth observing. And a mission to accomplish. Some of the tadpoles were stranded in puddles that did not connect to the pond and, having had the opportunity to visit the pond 3 days in a row, my kids could see that the puddles were drying up quickly and they knew this meant the end for the tadpoles stuck in the puddles. So they set to work moving them from the puddle to the pond. And proceeded to persist with this task for the next 45mins.
The naturalist in me wasn’t really onside with this endeavour but the parent and uncle in me let it slide. It was like their own real life episode of Paw Patrol. And they didn’t talk to me the entire time.
3 Ginger Snaps 