The act of going hunting for tadpoles.
It is some good, not-so-clean fun. You need some murky water, mud, pollywogs and kids. Lucky for us, we have all four.
The mud is great entertainment in and of itself.



Nets are not a requirement, but a good way to break the ice and introduce kids to the sport.

They quickly ditched the nets and went for the hand method.


It took Ruby awhile to get over the sliminess.



But she quickly became the official "releaser." We transported them by bucket back to the pond at the top of our waterfall.


All the nostalgia. Reminds me of growing up, catching pollywogs in the silage pit, and the ol' green pickup with the white door.