Frog Hunting

As kids a fun thing for us to do every spring was to go out on the old country road for a walk with mom, we were on a hunt, a frog hunt. 

The ditches would be filled with the water from the snow runoff and if we looked very carefully we could see an almost spider web type sheer that would be attatched to nothing larger than a twig or a blade of grass. We would take it home in hopes that they would hatch. While we searched we were taught a lot about nature and saw each step to the frogs life as an egg, then seeing the tad poles that had aready hatched and then through the summer spending many an hour catching and following the hopping frogs in the fields. Our frogs in Southern alberta never grow very big, as the picture shows, so you can see what a shock it was when my sister and I were visiting a friend in Kentucky and went frog hunting to see how large some frogs actually get. Many a happy memory is spent in the outdoors catching these cute little critters and letting them go to hop along to their next post. This is a memory I relive with my nieces now, as we just caught the first one of the season, they don’t seem to be around as much as they used to so to find one now is a precious moment.