22nd February was the date I collected the frogspawn. I don't know when it was laid. I collected two clumps from two unconnected sites about a mile apart. The weather was quite cold, so any development thus far would have been slow. The embryos , the little black dots that would develop into tadpoles before metamorphosing into frogs, still resembled full-stops.
In less than a week the embryos had visibly developed into pronounced ‘commas’ with heads clearly identifiable. Embryos in the garden pond remained obdurately full stopped. I put some wire netting in the aquarium to keep the spawn near the surface rather than let it sink to the bottom.
The tank seemed to have too many tadpoles for one smallish tank. I got another. The silvery bobbles at left are bubbles that the tadpoles exhaled. They swam up to the surface, sucked in a bubble of air then released it where, as often as not, it remained floating along with their brothers' and sisters' contributions.
I moved about half the tadpoles from the original tank and put them in the second, similar sized [c. 36 litres] tank. I removed what was left of the frogspawn clumps and put them in a pond in the garden in which there are newts who I assumed would make short work of any remaining spawn.
I began feeding the tadpoles regularly with boiled lettuce. Later on they got the occasional treat of boiled spinach. At first, i.e. around day 36, one lettuce leaf per tank lasted a couple of days. After a couple of weeks they got one or two leaves a day. Lettuce needs to be boiled to soften the cellulose and other plant matter sufficiently for the tadpoles to be able to eat it. Boiling also kills any pathogens. Pour boiling water on the lettuce and let it simmer for a couple of minutes. Serve cold! They eat the ‘leafy’ parts first leaving the skeletal ribs and spine of the leaves which they will also eventually consume. You eat the ice cream before the cone.
The diet seemed to suit them and the tadpoles were beginning to show promise of the frogs to come. Some were twice the size of others; sexual dimorphism? Over the next month observable changes were undramatic until back legs began to appear in mid-April. These seemed to be useless apendages at first as the tadpoles continued to rely on their tails as their main means of propulsion.
Until one day, bingo! Rana temporaria - who was duly released into the great outdoors. And then another. And another. They are unbelievably vulnerable and small, about the size of half a peanut. Even a blue tit would have no difficulty swallowing one. As the froglets were clearly intent on escape I decided another drastic thinning of livestock and plants was necessary, downsizing to one tank. The reduction also made it easier to observe what was left. One thing that was left was the enemy.
I must have inadvertently admitted this critter, probably Lissotriton vulgaris , as an egg on one of the plants gathered from an outside pond. As it was smaller than most of the other tadpoles I decided to leave it in situ and await developments. In due course I will release it in another pond known to have newts.
Having reduced the vegetation in the tank quite a bit there was less of a floating platform for the froglets to sit on as they contemplate their next move, so I made them a polystyrene lily pad on which I find a young hopeful perched, ready for lift-off, most mornings. I release them outdoors in a nursery tank - see next. It is THIS SORT OF BEHAVIOUR that is quite intolerable!
This pond was the home of a lonesome male for a couple of years but I have never found any spawn in it. He ceased to sing last summer [2024] at a time when there were numbers of magpies and herring gulls in the neighbourhood. There are also newts in this pond. Dumping excess tadpoles directly into the pond would be counter-productive as far as encouraging a local population of frogs is concerned, so when ‘downsizing’ to one tank I put the tadpoles in a semi-submerged plastic holding tank without any holes other than its open top. Emerging froglets from the aquarium are also released into the box. From there the world is their oyster.
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