When I was driving home from taking my older daughter to school, I saw bulldozers moving earth in the section of the property where my youngest daughter Timber’s frogs Todd and Toddette live. From the road it looked like they had plowed over the pond. I parked in the driveway and walked up the hill to the empty lot with the pond.
I was scared that the pond was covered in mounds of dirt.
The pond was still there. The bulldozers were only 20 yards away from the pond. I ran home and told Timber we needed to do a rescue operation. We took a pail and several large plastic containers. I also took my kitchen strainer to help catch my grandchildren, the Tadpoles.
We put on our rubber boots, we were ready to save lives.
We caught tadpoles and put them in the buckets in the wagon. Timber prayed, “Dear God, please let the frogs come out so we can save them.” Timber made a noise by putting her tongue on the roof of her mouth. Two frogs answered her. Timber said,” I speak Frog.”
Timber heard a frog answer her. The noise was coming from the grass at the edge of the water. She put her plastic container in front of the frog and it hopped into it. “I caught a frog! We are making a difference.”
We put the tadpoles and frogs in our backyard pond. Tomorrow we will go back to the pond up the street and try to catch more frogs.