Though the weather today wasn’t quite as gloriously warm as it’s been these past few days – some modest clout retrieval has taken place after some possibly ambitious clout casting went on at the weekend (although not to this extent) – it still hasn’t rained for ages; I’ve even had to water some of the garden.* Not only is the ford still dry, but it’s not looking good for the remaining tadpoles:
One last pocket of ditch water remains, now closely resembling tadpole soup, although it’s hard to see as the tadpoles left are the ones that are bright enough to dive for cover when something comes looming over them and my phone camera doesn’t really do zooming. Or indeed, focusing, really.
The other half had reported that the pond behind the house where I had put the rescued frogspawn was full of tadpoles so I wandered up to have a look. I didn’t see any actual tadpoles (although there was a lot of movement under the water) but I did see three newts lurking in the shallows. Perhaps not all my wildlife rescue attempts are entirely in vain
* I am not, repeat NOT, complaining about this, if any Weather Gods are listening. The exercise does me good and the outdoor tap has developed a leak so it’s good to have somewhere for the resulting watering cans-full to go