The weather has been so changeable recently. Nice one day, winy and raining the next. It has meant that on dry days, we have been running out of the door.
Recently, we enjoyed one of those dry days and Boo, Beb and I went for a walk around the farm.
We ventured to one of my favourite places. What we call the Pond Field, purely because that is what it is-a field with a pond. Aren’t we original?
Hubster has placed some old tree stumps around the pond so Boo and I had a little sit and watched the ducks and the wildlife.
Then we looked in the pond itself and I got very excited to see tadpoles swimming around.
We hotfooted it back to the house for a net (which I had previously purchased for catching escaped bunny babies) and a bucket and went back to the pond.
For safety reasons, I filled the bucket. Boo is only four after all and I didn’t fancy diving in to the pond should she have fallen head-first into it but she didn’t seem to mind and had great fun fishing in the bucket.
We balanced the bucket on the pram and walked gingerly back to the house where I cleaned out an old jam jar and we fished out the tadpoles.
One has nearly grown legs already so we are eagerly awaiting little frogs.
They may die. Who knows? However I feel it is a right-of-passage that every child should have a jar full of tadpoles, just like I id when I was a little girl.