Kaulquappe

I've spent a nicely relaxing weekend - with Jennifer being gone to Wichita Falls for her triathlon. I spent most of it working on my blog genealogy project - I'll add a link as soon as it becomes solid.

I think Homer was missing Jennifer and I took him to the park on Saturday, to wear him out. As I was hiking along the river through a box canyon, I kept eyeing the clouds - pregnant with rain - and thinking about the recent flood victims. Luckily the water did not break (pun intended) until I got almost home.

The creek was flowing at a nice level and the water was clear again. I saw lots of little fish and hundreds of tadpoles. I don't remember the last time I actually saw a tadpole - it might have been in middle school in Switzerland. We'd catch them in ponds and then keep them in a terrarium until they metamorphosed - by growing legs and lungs and dropping their tail and gills - into little frogs. This reminded me of the German term for tadpole, Kaulquappe, which I always thought the weirdest word ever.