Ready Wood Froglets

The Wood froglets that I've been raising since my granddaughter and I brought home a hatchling-filled egg mass late in April are ready to be released back into the wild. On a diet of boiled lettuce, they've grown from slender tadpoles into almost-adults, and about the last thing to finish in their metamorphosis is to reabsorb that tail and turn its molecules into more frog tissue. I think their lungs are fully functional, so once the tail is history, they'll be able to chance life on land. My plan was to release them along the water's edge in a vernal pool that still held plenty of water—the vernal in which their parents deposited eggs dried up a few weeks ago—and give them a chance to imprint on it, but I was having trouble getting into the right spot.  So, to make both of our lives easier, I gently threw them into a stretch of deeper water. Good luck, batrachians. May we meet again in the not-too-distant future, even if we don't recognize each other.