In the collage above, you can see the end of the pond. The pictures are a day apart and show the last water days of the pond.
I posted last week about the frogs and their tiny puddle and at the time I predicted they only had a few more days of water left. I was spot on.
Last weekend, I grabbed a shovel and entered the ooze zone.
The black organic ooze has the consistency of a good chocolate mousse so it was kinda squishy, but kind of cool and pleasant around the toes. The ooze is about a foot deep here, but beneath it is the sandy clay that holds the moisture. I spent a few minutes shoveling and slinging ooze up on the pond banks until I had made a small depression.
The next day it looked like the picture above. Seepage had filled the new hole and the little frogs were hanging out in the wet.
(The white bucket is where I sat to shoot last week's frog pics)
The next two days show some chance of rain, so I'm hoping that this little holding action may help the pond denizens hang on a little longer. I'll have to put the top up on the JEEP which greatly reduces my COOL DUDE factor, but it's worth it for some rainfall.
Spring droughts in Florida are pretty normal, but this one is setting records across the state. There is good and bad in that of course. Lake Okeechobee is down to record lows. The good thing about that is it gives the lake bottom time to dry out and a lot of the organic muck will be removed by the Game and Fish folks to speed up restoration of the lake, kind of a large scale version of my ooze slinging. The bad news is every south Florida drought makes them look to our north Florida water as a potential resource for their overdevelopment headaches.
I drove through a favorite wild place yesterday. The creeks are dried up and areas I forded in the JEEP months ago, are dusty and lifeless. The water holes that do exist are crowded with gators of all sizes and are magnets for wildlife of all kinds.
That makes them pretty interesting places to be and I was treated to some nice photo moments yesterday as I drove through Devil's Hammock on my way home after the last day of employment until August.
I'll share those with you tomorrow.
Hope you're not sick of baby alligators ...