“There’s one Mom!” My son drops down beside a small frog perched on a reed. Sensing his presence, the frog leaps further down the bank. My son is a blur of bright yellow rubber boots and unfettered enthusiasm as he runs alongside, hoping for a better look. Water sprays and the frog jumps around effortlessly, until finally it settles in a small pool. “Over here!” he yells, motioning me to him. We crouch around it, two giants hovering like low clouds over this tiny creature. It’s a Columbia spotted frog, its back a dark moss green and speckled with small irregular dark brown spots. For the next few moments, we marvel over its tiny webbed feet, beefy quadriceps and bulging eyes. Read Full Article.