It rained.
Then it rained some more.
After that, it rained and rained and rained. Creeks flowed, rivers raged, gutters overflowed and puddles grew and grew and grew. In particular, the semi-permanent puddle which encircles the school oval practically became a moat. News of flash flooding, landslides, road closures and water damage filled the airwaves, social media sites and the grapevine.
But, what do you think was the most interesting and exiting news of all?
It was, of course, the news that there were tadpoles hatchingin the school moat in the puddles around the oval! Lots and lots and lots of tadpoles.
Mousie's class are currently studying nature's life cycles, so her teacher collected a bucket full of these tadpoles and brought them up to the classroom for observation. Some students wanted to observe them more closely, and so it was that Mousie met me one afternoon with a takeaway container full of murky, smelly pondwater and the tiniest little tadpoles I have ever seen.
Everything "baby" is just so cute, and these mini tadpoles were no exception. They were like a glistening grey tapioca with big back eyes and a sliver of a tail. We set up 'home' for them in the pergola, in an opaque, rectangular bucket, and started feeding them lettuce. I figured it would be a good experience for the girls to watch them change from tadpoles into frogs, and the girls were blissfully happy that they finally had pets!
The girls, particularly Mousie, Teddy and Kitcat, spent much of their time watching their new pets. One tadpole caught their eye because it often came to the surface and poked it's little face out of the water. Thus 'he' became christened "Mr Pokey Face" and was firmly established as their favourite.
I noticed during the following days that the girls weren't the only ones who liked to watch the tadpoles. I saw the backyard birds eyeing the bucket with great interest, so I pushed it underneath one of our outdoor chairs for protection. When the girls came home they immediately went to check on their pets and started panicking because they couldn't see the bucket. I explained that after they had fed the tadpoles they must push the bucket back beneath the chair so the birds couldn't eat them.
This became their little ritual - go outside after breakfast to say good morning to Mr Pokey Face and Friends, come home from school, check on Mr Pokey Face and Friends, clean the old lettuce out of the bucket, scatter some fresh lettuce over the surface of the water, and push the bucket back under the chair. Although the tadpoles were growing steadily, they were still tiny - smaller than my little fingernail.
The girls were very excited when Mr Pokey Face began to sprout back legs! In the following days nearly all the other tadpoles had started developing their back legs too. The experiment was becoming very exciting as the daily "checks" revealed daily changes in body size and structure of the tadpoles.
Mr Pokey Face, however, was leading in the developmental race. He was rather smaller than his companions but his legs were longer and, according to Mousie, he was the strongest and the fastest. He continued to live up to his name by regularly swimming to the surface to poke his face out of the water. Although I told the girls he was probably just trying to get some fresh air, they were convinced he was trying to communicate his love for them.
Just yesterday morning Mousie went outside to talk to Mr Pokey Face and immediately started squealing, "Mum! Guess what Mum?! Come see!! Guess what? Mr Pokey Face has arms!! He has two cute little front arms!! Oh look!! Guess what mum!?! He's using his arms to swim around!! Look!! Look!"
And indeed it was so. Mr Poky Face continued to lead the pack in terms of froggy development. The fact that he was now more frog than tadpole lead me to do some online research. Can frogs drown? Would Mr Pokey Face need an island in the bucket so he could climb out of the water?
My research led me to believe that an island would be a nice idea, although not entirely necessary, so we filled a little pail with some pebbles and sat it in the corner of the bucket. The 'island' protruded a few centimetres out of the water and we thought it would be a suitable froggy refuge. The girls spent the afternoon watching to see if Mr Pokey Face would utilize his new home. At one point they actively encouraged him to sit on the pebbles (ie they picked him up and put him on the island) but he did not seem happy so he was sloshed back into the water .... or so they thought.
As the tadpole bucket was pushed back under the chair I called everyone to the dinner table, but Mousie and Teddy were preoccupied. "Where did Mr Pokey Face go?" they murmured to each other as they peered through the side of the opaque bucket. Determined to ensure he was safely tucked away for the night the girls pulled the bucket back out from beneath the chair.
I heard the sound of dragged bucket scraping along the tiles at the same time as one of the girls screamed "NO!"
But it was too late.
It is unclear as to how Mr Pokey Face came to be on the floor. We will never know if Mr Pokey Face had been accidentally dropped by one of his protectors, or whether he had decided to try out his new legs while on his island and made his first, and last, jump.
Whatever the cause, the outcome was that poor Mr Pokey Face met his fate as a small, squishy smear on the pergola tiles.
Then it rained some more.
After that, it rained and rained and rained. Creeks flowed, rivers raged, gutters overflowed and puddles grew and grew and grew. In particular, the semi-permanent puddle which encircles the school oval practically became a moat. News of flash flooding, landslides, road closures and water damage filled the airwaves, social media sites and the grapevine.
But, what do you think was the most interesting and exiting news of all?
It was, of course, the news that there were tadpoles hatching
Mousie's class are currently studying nature's life cycles, so her teacher collected a bucket full of these tadpoles and brought them up to the classroom for observation. Some students wanted to observe them more closely, and so it was that Mousie met me one afternoon with a takeaway container full of murky, smelly pondwater and the tiniest little tadpoles I have ever seen.
Everything "baby" is just so cute, and these mini tadpoles were no exception. They were like a glistening grey tapioca with big back eyes and a sliver of a tail. We set up 'home' for them in the pergola, in an opaque, rectangular bucket, and started feeding them lettuce. I figured it would be a good experience for the girls to watch them change from tadpoles into frogs, and the girls were blissfully happy that they finally had pets!
The girls, particularly Mousie, Teddy and Kitcat, spent much of their time watching their new pets. One tadpole caught their eye because it often came to the surface and poked it's little face out of the water. Thus 'he' became christened "Mr Pokey Face" and was firmly established as their favourite.
I noticed during the following days that the girls weren't the only ones who liked to watch the tadpoles. I saw the backyard birds eyeing the bucket with great interest, so I pushed it underneath one of our outdoor chairs for protection. When the girls came home they immediately went to check on their pets and started panicking because they couldn't see the bucket. I explained that after they had fed the tadpoles they must push the bucket back beneath the chair so the birds couldn't eat them.
This became their little ritual - go outside after breakfast to say good morning to Mr Pokey Face and Friends, come home from school, check on Mr Pokey Face and Friends, clean the old lettuce out of the bucket, scatter some fresh lettuce over the surface of the water, and push the bucket back under the chair. Although the tadpoles were growing steadily, they were still tiny - smaller than my little fingernail.
The girls were very excited when Mr Pokey Face began to sprout back legs! In the following days nearly all the other tadpoles had started developing their back legs too. The experiment was becoming very exciting as the daily "checks" revealed daily changes in body size and structure of the tadpoles.
Mr Pokey Face, however, was leading in the developmental race. He was rather smaller than his companions but his legs were longer and, according to Mousie, he was the strongest and the fastest. He continued to live up to his name by regularly swimming to the surface to poke his face out of the water. Although I told the girls he was probably just trying to get some fresh air, they were convinced he was trying to communicate his love for them.
Just yesterday morning Mousie went outside to talk to Mr Pokey Face and immediately started squealing, "Mum! Guess what Mum?! Come see!! Guess what? Mr Pokey Face has arms!! He has two cute little front arms!! Oh look!! Guess what mum!?! He's using his arms to swim around!! Look!! Look!"
And indeed it was so. Mr Poky Face continued to lead the pack in terms of froggy development. The fact that he was now more frog than tadpole lead me to do some online research. Can frogs drown? Would Mr Pokey Face need an island in the bucket so he could climb out of the water?
My research led me to believe that an island would be a nice idea, although not entirely necessary, so we filled a little pail with some pebbles and sat it in the corner of the bucket. The 'island' protruded a few centimetres out of the water and we thought it would be a suitable froggy refuge. The girls spent the afternoon watching to see if Mr Pokey Face would utilize his new home. At one point they actively encouraged him to sit on the pebbles (ie they picked him up and put him on the island) but he did not seem happy so he was sloshed back into the water .... or so they thought.
As the tadpole bucket was pushed back under the chair I called everyone to the dinner table, but Mousie and Teddy were preoccupied. "Where did Mr Pokey Face go?" they murmured to each other as they peered through the side of the opaque bucket. Determined to ensure he was safely tucked away for the night the girls pulled the bucket back out from beneath the chair.
I heard the sound of dragged bucket scraping along the tiles at the same time as one of the girls screamed "NO!"
But it was too late.
It is unclear as to how Mr Pokey Face came to be on the floor. We will never know if Mr Pokey Face had been accidentally dropped by one of his protectors, or whether he had decided to try out his new legs while on his island and made his first, and last, jump.
Whatever the cause, the outcome was that poor Mr Pokey Face met his fate as a small, squishy smear on the pergola tiles.


















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