This morning, before I could decide which corner of my property I wished to study...I carried a pail of kitchen scraps out to the compost. There, in the pond, a froglet hung in the anacharis.
Although we have hosted dozens of frogs and (this year, toads), I never tire of watching this miracle unfold. One year we brought a tadpole inside and kept it in an aquarium so we could watch the metamorphosis first-hand.
A fat, awkward tadpole's tail is elegantly absorbed into its body as small limbs develop. Soon, muscular-looking back legs are able to propel the tadpole - frog-like - through water and onto firm surfaces and soon...he is able to scramble from the water onto terra firma.
I can only imagine the thoughts going through his little, squishy imagination as he transforms!