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I Knew Them as Tadpoles

A tiny frog on a thumb
Eileen C.

This weeks blog post is from Eileen C., a Bucktails and Gobblers alumni! In lieu of the approaching winter snowstorm, her blog post reminds us of Spring and warmer days to come.

This spring, I had the opportunity to witness the metamorphosis of the American toad. One day, my brother and I decided to hike the dirt road instead of the deer trail. We came across tire ruts in the road. They were full of water like so many times before.
A few weeks earlier, we had observed toads hanging around the water. Now, I glanced at the water-filled ditch at my feet. “Tadpoles!” Nearly every day, I returned to observe the tadpoles as they grew stouter, sprouted tiny legs, lost their tails, and eventually exited the water as juveniles.
Now, when I cross paths with a juvenile toad in the woods, I declare, “I knew you when you were just a tadpole!”
Tadpoles in a Ditch
Tadpole with Legs