When he showed me the place where they had gone over I couldn't believe how many could have gone to their death but noticed some were alive. Then it was action stations trying to pick up as many as possible. I didn't wait to change my clothes and shoes so there I was scrambling round in the mud and slate with fancy shoes and a white and green skirt on. After a while lucy came out and said "what are you doing grandma?" I told her she needed to be a life saver and she came to help as we picked up as many as we could see. I never realised that so many had survived in the pond in the first place. It seemed so sad to let them all die in the mud. After quite a while I thought we had got as many as possible as we looked under the slate and in the lily of the valley that grows by the bottom of the pond and we stopped. My back and legs were relieved !
What I thought was interesting about this was the fact that the taddies had survived more than half an hour outside the pond yet they had hardly started to get any legs and the fact that they had moved and found the dampest places under the slate to huddle together. It made me realise that although still tadpoles and not yet forming into froglets they already had the intelligence of froglets.
Nature is certainly fantastic.
