Vanessa caught us a bullfrog tadpole on a recent visit to Battelle Darby Creek. We played in the creek for so long, finding our way out on one of the islands and tucked away from everyone else. It was awesome. So much wildlife and perfect weather for creekin. Since Vanessa caught the bullfrog for us, she named him Ness, after her.
We decided he is a male, unless we discover otherwise. Based our determination of size (males are smaller and heads are narrower), coloring (males tend to be lighter in color with a yellow throat) and size of eyes in relationship to his tympanums (his tympanums are larger than his eyes) all things seem to point to male.
We'll attempt to raise him until he has legs. He likes spinach, and flaked hard boiled yolks, and pellets we got from the aquarium store. When we release him, we'll try not to do what we did with tadpoles we raised when Vanessa was a preschooler -- we dumped them into a pond full of Koi fish, which swooped right up and swallowed them all! Good lesson in the life cycle . . . I suppose . . . :-)
See the black dragonfly? They were everywhere!
As we were wrapping up and talking about heading back up, Hendrix said "We lost from the city. We find our way back to city."
