High Temperature: 91F Low Temperature: 71F Sunrise: 6:22 am Sunset: 8:41 pm Humidity: 61% Wind: e 5 mph Chance of Rain: 10%
There isn't much going on these days - housebound as we are and contemplating increased virus- (and madness-) induced restrictions to our freedom even here in Red State Oklahoma - today is a fine day to provide a tadpole update.
Yes, indeed, we still have tadpoles rather than forgs. Refusniks who can't or won't grow (though I did see one imp with little hind legs dangling uselessly behind him), enjoying our largesse. Twice a day I feed them little dehydrated noodles of sea creatures and sea vegetation. The fishy smell intoxicates the dogs, but who can tell if the tadpoles like them. Occasional rains have kept the pool water refreshed, but it is still a bog green with bits of grass and a large black beetle floating on the top. A steady march of iridescent purple wasps alight on an old clay roof tile that we set into the pool and creep to where the water touches it, taking delicate sips used for the sinister purpose of moistening the mud that imprisons the spiders that nourish their larval young.
The tadpoles are frenzied in the mornings and evenings, zipping along the pool's edge, putting their little mouths up above the water for a lungful of air. In the heat of afternoon it's as if they've all abandoned the place and I imagine them clustered at the bottom, sheltering in the cool, dark shadows created within the pile of rocks.
That pile of rocks is where the sweet American Bullfrog could be found at any time of the day. Sadly, he disappeared a few days ago, about the same time that Willa barked herself silly over a black snake she saw in the grass. Coincidence? I hope so. I hope that our bullfrog had simply grown too big, too sophisticated for the small pool and those immature Peter Pan tadpoles.