Growing Old in Toadlet Pond

We went on a heat retreat to Ourey, Colorado and enjoyed the sites and ambiance not to mention my granddaughters 10th birthday.  Upon our return I prepared for a trip to Denver.  I left for Denver then next day to check on #1 son.  I'm now home, safe and sound, securely entrenched in my well worn rut.  Comfortable it is.

Of course this has nothing to do with toads or the pond.  I'm work'n up to it... some of these things take a little time.

I was out this morning checking on the toadpoles and was briefly alarmed as there was nary a toad yet a fleet!  I soon discovered that in my absence these little guys have discovered that moving things are scary and toadlets should hide if movement is observed.  I had moved and they hid.  They hid good enough that I couldn't see them(amazing huh).  I was still for a short time and they came out of hiding and resumed their routine of eating algae and eating algae.

My oh my have they grown and in the past 5 or 6 days.  At least doubling in size.  That equates to being a half-inch long or a little more and growing a fat body with a small tail.  It's been 13 days since they were "born" or "deposited" or "purged" or "laid" from/by momma toad.  So much change in so little time.

Here is a picture:

Whoohoo!