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.
They are so little. (the frogs). Looks like fun. Do you remember the frog you caught in Massachusetts? Actually, I think it was a bullfrog.
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