Tadpole observation diary, tadpole observation diary 100 words

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<>Tadpole observation diary 100 words

May 1. I remember last week, I fished a few tadpoles, and now I plan to continue to observe tadpoles. The strips are all big heads, thin tails, and the whole body is black, sticky and slippery.

I put the tadpoles in a transparent tank, put some rain stones, put a few glass balls, and put a few small shells, and for the sake of cleanliness and hygiene, I specially bought snapdragons and planted them in the tank. The little tadpoles seem to be happy with their new home, and it's fun to swim around with their tiny little tails.

Tadpole observation diary 100 words

May 2nd. After a day, I got acquainted with the little tadpoles, and there was a small tadpole that was the most interesting, and he went on a rampage all day long, kissing this one and touching that one, and then touching that one, and I reached out to catch it, but this little guy was very ghostly, and always slipped through my fingers. While it wasn't looking, I grabbed a shell from the bottom of the jar and snapped it into the shell.

At first, I felt that the tadpole was scurrying, but then there was no movement, and I was worried that it would be suffocated inside, so I quickly lifted the shell, and who knows, the little guy escaped again.

Tadpole observation diary 100 words

May 3rd. The tadpoles grew up, and their bodies were the size of a grain of rice to the size of mung beans, and they were still as carefree as before. When tadpoles sleep, they always cling to the glass wall.

With a flick of his finger, the tadpole fled to the other side of the glass jar in panic as if its tail had been cut off. They have more fun eating, touching the food thrown at the bottom of the tank tentatively with their tails, and then swimming to the distance to peek for a while, and only then dare to come and enjoy the meal when they are sure that there is no danger left.

Tadpole observation diary 100 words

May 5th. The tadpole has grown larger, the whole thing is like a small broad bean, and its hind limbs have also grown, but they are not as lively as before. I think they must be thinking about their home, their mother.

So, I tidied it up and took the fish tank to release them. Watching them happily swim to find their mother, a smile appeared on the corner of their mouths, and their hearts couldn't help but sour.

Downstairs playing copy. The sun was shining, the spring flowers were blooming, we smelled the flowers, and before we knew it, we came to the river. Suddenly, we saw a black mass in the water, and when we got closer, it turned out to be a group of cute little tadpoles playing freely.

We liked it so much that we took them home in a small keg.

The tadpoles were so black that they could barely see their facial features, except for a small slender tail dragging behind their oval bodies. Some of them come in groups of three or five, as if they are playing games; Some heads meet as if whispering; Others chase after me, as if they are competing to see who can swim fast. When swimming, their tails are always flicking around, like black elves shuttling through the water.

When they got tired of swimming, they lay down under the bucket and rested, motionless. I fed them some rice grains, and they unceremoniously got into the pile of rice grains and ate them, and even when they ate their tails, they were still flicking around, which was really cute.

I decided to keep them for a while and then put them back in the creek, because the tadpoles will grow up to become frogs, and they will help the farmer uncle to get rid of pests and protect the crops, which is a good friend of us humans.