We pulled into the driveway from dinner on the farm and the headlight skimmed over something moving across the gravel. That was enough for Jorja to ask her Dad to stop the car so that she could go and see what it was. I on the other hand could tell that it was of the spotted and slimy kind, and that was more than enough information for me to stay in the car!
People say: My husband will always be my biggest and oldest child that requires the most adult supervision. I would have to agree, if we weren't going to go with the: He was doing his Dad-duty idea.
P-J jumped out, grabbed a cup (to capture the creature of course) and followed Jorja to the spot - each one telling the other to be more quiet so as to not scare the unsuspecting amphibian away.
But then, it was as if they'd used all of their adrenalin supply to get there, and ran out just as they were going in for a closer look! Ethan and I had a good chuckle from the safety of the car while the other two skipped around the now frantic frog - trying to persuade him to hop into their cup for a closer inspection.
I'm guessing it was a Northern Leopard Frog - native to parts of Canada and the United States and the state amphibian of Minnesota and Vermont.
Jorja was not scared to take a better look once we'd bundled everyone inside, but Ethan was adamant, "I no like a p-rog!" Maybe if Ethan knew that it had the word Leopard in its name he may have been more interested. Unfortunately Jorja's five-year-old attention span just needed a quick glimpse before she moved on to the next topic. That's a little too short considering all the trouble her Dad put in - finding a bigger jar, filling it with some water, transferring the high-hopping frog into the jar, piercing air holes into the lid before releasing him back into the garden!
Anyway, another day with our very own Bindi Irwin! I guess we'll have to find something else to draw in Nature Study class tomorrow...
I also don't like f(p)rogs
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