Today we made time to go to a favourite local park with marshland, and hoped to find some tadpoles still, although we would have settled for frogs!
We were starting mid-afternoon on a hot day, and the paths were looking dry. We were quickly reminded that it was Gypsy moth caterpillar season, and started to watch our feet so we didn't take any of the out by accident after we saw the first of several trees covered with them.
We were walking the familiar trails where we started to hear what we both thought sounded like rain, which seemed pretty unlikely on a practically cloudless day. We stopped, and realized that we were in an Eric Carle book. It was the sound of caterpillars chewing!
If you have trouble believing me, here is what the forest floor was littered with, that we only appreciated on our way back home on the return path. Check out the rows of bite marks!
We had a great time with loads of birds, painted turtles, and lots and lots of tadpoles. The best surprise, other than a forest full of masticating caterpillars, was watching both a Kingfisher and a green frog hunt their prey.
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