Last liberated WF

And then there was one... one juvenile Wood Frog, that is. When Stasia and I stocked the aquarium with tadpoles last May, we began with about two dozen. Most of them actually made it until metamorphosis, although I noticed that there was a sweet spot in the transition and if I missed it, the froglets, just poised on the brink of adulthood, would die. I'm afraid we lost about a half-dozen, and I'm not sure why. But if I liberated them at the time the tail was still visible but close to gone, they seemed to do just fine and hop away into the vernal pool in the backyard. Of course, the likelihood that each one will survive to breeding age is pretty small. One can, however, hope, and as I released the last of this year's "graduates" into the world, I was happy our efforts appeared to pay off. This little guy looked fine and feisty, and in short order, he vanished. Free at last, indeed.