buccalo and frog blog
We decided to head out to Elk Island and do some froggin' today. (Pirate is my hero - she's the one who alerted me to the fact that if we were heading out that way we ought to be equipped with nets and a tub.) We made a pit stop at WalMart to grab some extra nets, a few kites (it was windy) and some bubble blowers, and off we went.
On the way in we did the buffalo loop. The children were especially intersted in the one buffalo who seemed to have his own flock of birds. They thought it was a total riot when the birds would roost on its head or back, but I wasn't quick enough to get a picture of the 'buccalo' (as Serejane would say) with the birdies on his noggin.
We walked the boardwalk for a bit, past a few piles of dung that looked like someone had flayed them. (Come on - it looks like meatloaf - admit it...)
There, the kids caught a few leeches, some fresh water shrimp, a water strider, and some minnow, dragonfly nymphs, and damselflies.
The girls got bored skimming for critters and decided to blow some bubbles instead.
Then we followed the trail past the beach to the pier the boys had made a fish jump out from underneath last autumn.
While we were there we were treated to some very colourful ducks and an enormous pelican! Although they had no success with making a jumpy fish appear, they enjoyed dock-rockin' anyways.
When we had first arrived, we drove slowly past one of the ponds and the chirruping of the wood frogs was almost deafening. We left Astotin Lake and headed for a quieter spot with more marsh to have a picnic and for the boys to go froggin'.
They ended up with a modest total of 5. Two of them were somewhat romantically involved, a great source of amusement for the boys, especially when an unsuspecting water beetle got caught in their tryst.
After 4 hours of tromping through the trails, the boys released the frogs back to the slough, and we were ready to call it a day.
On the way in we did the buffalo loop. The children were especially intersted in the one buffalo who seemed to have his own flock of birds. They thought it was a total riot when the birds would roost on its head or back, but I wasn't quick enough to get a picture of the 'buccalo' (as Serejane would say) with the birdies on his noggin.
We walked the boardwalk for a bit, past a few piles of dung that looked like someone had flayed them. (Come on - it looks like meatloaf - admit it...)
There, the kids caught a few leeches, some fresh water shrimp, a water strider, and some minnow, dragonfly nymphs, and damselflies.
The girls got bored skimming for critters and decided to blow some bubbles instead.
Then we followed the trail past the beach to the pier the boys had made a fish jump out from underneath last autumn.
While we were there we were treated to some very colourful ducks and an enormous pelican! Although they had no success with making a jumpy fish appear, they enjoyed dock-rockin' anyways.
When we had first arrived, we drove slowly past one of the ponds and the chirruping of the wood frogs was almost deafening. We left Astotin Lake and headed for a quieter spot with more marsh to have a picnic and for the boys to go froggin'.
They ended up with a modest total of 5. Two of them were somewhat romantically involved, a great source of amusement for the boys, especially when an unsuspecting water beetle got caught in their tryst.
After 4 hours of tromping through the trails, the boys released the frogs back to the slough, and we were ready to call it a day.
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