Where did the Water go?

Boy!! Let me tell you; it has really been dry here. Wish I could have gotten as much rain this summer as the folks at the Terlingua Ranch did. We had rain all around us, on all four sides and at the corners, too. Yes, we got a sprinkle or two, but if I was younger and quick enough, I could have run between the drops. Even got between the rain bands on the tropical storm that is going on now.

Don’t believe me? Do you remember my old blog, titled “My Swamp”? If not, take a look. See all that water and it wasn’t completely full. Yesterday afternoon, I took a walk around my property and took some pictures. This one shows what was originally the deepest part of the swamp until I dug a deeper place.

That area on the right of the picture where you see grass, that is normally under water. Can you make out what looks like a path or trail? That is where the coons, possums, nutria, and other animals used to walk along the edge of the water when it was at average height. It gets a lot higher than that, but that path is about normal.

I then zoomed in some on the turtle in the middle of the shallow puddle that used to be a pond:
Can’t see it? How about now?
Above, I told you about a deeper part that I dug out. Yep, one summer it was really, really dry. In fact, the whole dang swamp dried up and I was going to start planting cacti, but it was too dry for them.

My son borrowed a big Massey Ferguson with a front end loader that I could use to dig out the swamp. Here are two pics of the tractor; it is a little heftier than my Farmall 200:
I dug down until I couldn’t see out of the hole, and hit grey clay. Got to the place where I had to use the front end loader to help push me out of the hole. That meant dumping the load. Didn’t take me too long to figure out that it was deep enough. You know, a few trips out empty sort of gave me a clue.

OK, here is a picture of that “hole”. Compare it to the old blog I mentioned above.
This is a haven for the bass.

When I walked the rear of my property, I took a picture of one of the huge Oak trees that hurricane Ike took down. I hung my hat to where the top of my head would have been. This gives you an idea of size. Picture me standing under that hat.

I want to change the subject. I was a wondering how many of you, when you leave a comment, come back later to see if I had answered it? I try to answer every one, but I am sure some have slipped through un-answered.

Let me know. Thanks.