The Great Pollywog Hunter
What’s a pollywog? A tadpole of course! I spent much of my life growing up around a pond. The pond life always interests me and is ever changing and exciting. The creatures you find in a pond is always amazing… Much like the deep sea actually. Some of the things you’ll find in a pond can give you the chills right down to your toes.
Annie and I have been taking walks to some ponds very near our house that are quickly dissipating as the days stay warm and the rain lessens. The fun about these compared to our big pond is that she can wade right in with her rain boots on. She has taken quite a liking to the pond life too and like her ol’ ma loves pollywogs!
When we went up hunting on Friday we found lots of pollywogs to be had all along the shore, but of course didn’t have a container! So we went back up this morning with a glass jar and as luck would have it we didn’t have as good of hunting conditions. Most of the pollywogs were out toward the middle, and I didn’t have on my rain boots! So we hunted patiently… Annie, not so patiently. You must understand how the mind of a 2.5 year old wanders so quickly.
Soon she was off. Making an obstacle course out of the banks, leaping and jumping off of little hills.
This is one view I am so grateful for living in the country. The freedom, fresh air, and activity is so good for our bones and minds. I know some people think that neighborhoods are more important where a kid can socialize and ride bikes up and down the side-walks but I beg to differ. Out here a kid can explore… We don’t just watch movies about exploring, we really do it.
Meanwhile, as Annie runs along the banks… What does her very sophisticated mother do? Catch pollywogs! And not just the easily gathered small ones, but the big fat ones with tiny legs poking out below their tails.
And shivering and shuttering over the strange bugs swimming around as well as wondering what-on-earth kind of eggs are these?
And though it was tough, I did catch two big ones and Annie ALL BY HERSELF caught a small one. So now we have a mommy, daddy and baby pollywog family living in a jar on our counter. We’re hoping they’ll become happy little froggies that we can learn about and then set free again.
That is, if I can convince her that it would be a good idea… Which I’ve done before though that’s no small feat.
We don’t grow sissies here at Mud Ranch. And we learn something new every day.