Fish as visitors after three days

Another result has come forth from the storm last month. Thousands of fish have died underneath the culvert next to my house. I know, I know, if I'm unhappy, just think how it has affected the fish, but I can tell you, they are not feeling anything at this time, and the smell is putrid. I'm torn between wishing the wind would lay and wishing it would keep blowing until all the fish smell has dried out. The birds (Starlings? Mud Martins?) don't seem to mind, though, maybe it makes food-gathering easier for them, like a bird convenience store.

There are some dinner-plate sized bullfrogs in the tank out back that have been putting on entertaining performances made up of basso profondo croaks, with peepers bringing in back up. The big ones make a lot of other sounds, too, like they're knocking around logs. Very entertaining, just add some fireflies, drinks and a spritz of mosquito repellant for a perfect summer evening.

The house for sale at Camp Springs is now being handled by Williamson-Branson Real Estate. They also have a once in a lifetime offer of a home overlooking the locally famous Longhorn Valley on Rough Creek. It's divine, and I wish I had $1,625,000 to buy it.

I'm going to speculate, as usual, on a rig that is just west of Camp Springs. It would seem that frac'ing is going on there, since there are many lines of flexible black piping running to the site from nearby water sources. That's all the activity I've noticed lately, but I don't make the block everyday, or even every week.

Hobbs Cafe hours have changed, now open 8 a.m. to 8 p.m. Monday through Saturday, still 11 a.m. to 2 p.m. Sundays. Stop in for some good home-cooking and fresh coffee!