Skip to main content

Day 42

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...


Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A home-made birthday

Due to the fact that we celebrated Jorja's birthday with the Weber and Wilcox families in the UK last year - over a few days and in various styles - we were a bit out of practice. In fact, if Jorja had not brought it to my attention with just two weeks to spare, I must confess that I would not have expected it to arrive for another few more weeks! But Moms could never let that seem to be the case, so we got cracking on 5th birthday celebration arrangements... On the night before, I set out every baking ingredient, apparatus and accessory that I could find and hoped that we would make it work! Aunty Robyn and Aunty Ilana arrived just in time to help us bake off the first round of vanilla cake pops and cookies with sprinkles. At this point, there was no turning back, our kitchen was already in a state of bake! The biscuit batch baked beautifully (and bountifully) and Jorja was well pleased with her assisted effort. As she head to bed on the eve of her birthday, I popped the...
2 comments
Read more

That's so amazing about Grace

Scrolling through some photos this afternoon, I came across one of our friend Tarrin-Rae and her new baby girl, Isla, born last Thursday 31 October 2013. Isla Grace Graham I struggled to contain my own emotions as I observed this special moment in Tarrin's life (and new Isla's too) and thought back to my own experiences. I immediately asked Tarrin if I may use this to share a bit more of what I some times feel as a Mom... At first glance, I see relief . She's finally here! We can see her face in real life and we can say out loud "I am a Mommy!" Like my own kids, Isla was in no hurry to be born and labour was induced. What's worse than having to wait 40 weeks to meet your newest family member?? Having to wait longer still! I must confess, that this feeling was mixed with a fair dose of disbelief  on my part too - when I sat quietly resting between visitors and feeds, I had to pinch my literal self and realise - the baby was here. Then I see comfort ....
5 comments
Read more

Day 5

P-J left early this morning to help offload the hay bales into storage and then came back to fetch us (giving me time to blog!). When we got to the farm, I realised that my Tomi Takkies were not designed for farm fashion... and that pretty much determined my day. I was on indoor duty - filling water bottles, changing nappies, supervising indoor play ... and enjoying the air-conditioning in the 34 degree heat. What a perfect day for a fashion faux pas! Before being labeled a City Snob, let me just say that I was part of the team that moved the sheep to their new pasture (although I did not help with separating the cows and the sheep, or erecting what P-J called Insta-fence in the blazing heat, prior to the migration). The new fence was opened up and the rest of us worked our way up from the bottom of the field saying "Come girls, move up. Come on" and hoped the flock would follow suit. We met Tutu (after Ethan insisted my sheep, my sheep ) and the boys showed Ethan ho...
2 comments
Read more