Still a work in progress. Waiting on those relatively cool spells and lite mosquito time. Not asking
too much.
Still a work in progress. Waiting on those relatively cool spells and lite mosquito time. Not asking
too much.
Number 56 tad being photo bombed by Number 57 in the blur.
Practicing it's hang-ten or should I say hang-six outside the water.
Getting better at this but will have a change of mind and head back into the drink.
Gaining it's confidence back with some underwater hang-six.
Look Ma no tail, just a stubby.
Just chillin at the top.
Freedom, in broad daylight even. Which light do I stare into?
Number 57 now has the place all it's own. Now lets get going on developing them legs.
might have.
Be amazed little one!
Nah...I'll just sit here and chill. Nice!
To my best at accounting of tadpoles. There are fityseven total tads. One
tad went down the kitchen drain. Looking back, as many water changes at the sink,
this could have been prevented by using a strainer in the sink's drain to prevent
this over enthusiastic tadpole mimicking a trout jumping a sluice on my
pouring the tads from their vessel into a net. While three froglets were found floating
dead in the water, of those, two were skeletonize, cannibalistic opportunist!
This Jackfruit tree, one of three is the finest and well what with the limited sun exposure
in my yard. (this double spacing is annoying )
Of the three, this the only one with the tripled lobe leaves. While the other to trees
are just single. These were all started from seed, which could have bearing. Time,
as always ,will tell.
This Elderberry wilding is taking well to potted culture since it was dug up from my
other neighbor's yard. It even has a companion Bald Cypress seedling volunteer
sprout keeping it company.
I have nine mature Bald Cypress that I've planted on my property and they
produce plenty of cones and the squirrels aren't complaining. I could count
the volunteer seedlings on one hand in their twenty plus years life span. So
this rare find could only be a good thing, maybe not for the seedling though.
This Elderberry specimen will test my form over function plant sensibility.
In one word, weedy is how I would describe it.
Their blossoms are legendary and is the main reason for my having this in my landscape.
This flower cutting was taken a couple weeks ago and it is a late season bloom that had
it's first bloom at the beginning of March.
Once again, time will tell if I even have enough sun to make this plant bloom.
If I only had a time machine.
Last weeks observation was worth another peek. To my surprise what I thought
might have been an aborted pup is not only green and vibrant but there are now
three pups instead of three at this Clivia's base.
Bouya!
Didn't think that these two greenies shouldn't have to wait any longer for their release to
the great urban outdoors.
There's no mistaking these for twins, says the red-eyed frog to the ambered eyed one. You're
almost pickle green to I must be getting hungry. Hungry for the great outdoors.
Under the cover of early morning, next to the stately potted Afrocarpus. Home to one other said
frog gets two more.
Now who's greener?
One of these looked for a short bit to as if it was going to get this far.
I had it in ICU for a day with it's buddy.
The one that has accomplished it's hang ten while the dizzy one is splayed out on the ground
with the least effort. Before arriving here it was spin swimming as if it's GPS or inner gyroscope
was on the blink. I didn't this was a fitting ending for a frog in a Talenti container so I scupped
it up and placed it back into it's container high up top the rock. Where it and it's mate chilled
through the transformation with flying green colors as shown above.
The ambered eyed one with all the distinct aberrations might have been one of the several tiny
tads that were part of this school of tads and that brings our total of Fifty-Three and three
more to go where one froglet as already scaled the mighty wall of glass.
One, the climber, also known as Fifty-fifth.Two and three or the one showing to the right will be the Fifty-sixth and the tail to the left
will be the Fifty-seventh, if all goes well.
This party will bring the total of forty-six frogs off to a jumping start in life.
We had another tad death, which makes it three and I don't think I was including
them in my total count. An Accountant I am not and this release fell on around
the 7th of August.
First I would like to introduce Bendy the beautiful mermaid tad. First one in the
world that made up this last party. Close your eyes, because it's a stunner. Slowly
open your eyes, less you go blind by it's beauty.
I know, right?
Front end says this way and the back end has other plans and look at those curves. Hey, it got this
far with no problems.
Look you all, no curves, as it mourns, it's uniqueness.
Another night release and entirely new location, side of house next to drive way.
Wow, and you guys thought climbing a sliver of concrete was fun.
Sometimes little hoppers need a helping hand. Notice the begonia leaves, they are from my
graduating class of plant props. So these frogs from the graduating class of fast tracked
home school.
This one was so happy it peed on it's self.
Which brings me to the Plus one. I thought all six had been released and to only find out
that this wee one hopped back on board. As I sat their container on the counter for a rince
and wipe down I spied this guy but it was on the wrong side of the glass, as in on the
outside of the glass. I immediately grab it gently and walked out the back door to be
re-released, hence the Plus One by it's lonesome, next to this beautiful potted Afrocarpus
and that leaves me with five remaining tadpoles, or pollywogs as we would call them when
first introduced to these wee ones, when I was a wee one.
Fresh digs and if you look to the right you will see the next candidate in making that fateful climb.
Or so I thought at the time.