I took the kids frog hunting on Saturday morning. We only caught 3, but we had a good time.
Annie named the first one "Balloons" (pictured in Nathan's hand), one was named "Jumper" and the other never received a name.
Nathan caught a frog the night before named "Ribbet-Ribbet" who was hurt and became really sick the next day, so Nathan changed his name to "White-White"(the frog was turning white in color). So we made him a habitat to live in and nursed him back to health and Sunday morning "White-White" was "Ribbet-Ribbet" once again.
Sunday morning we took all the frogs back to the river, except the unnamed frog, she escaped and was never seen again.