Friday evening. The pasture filling up, ducks moving in. And frogs. They sang beautifully all night long.
Saturday afternoon. River at 15.78 feet. Flood stage is 15. The forecast keeps changing. Now the river is expected to crest at 16.8 feet by Wednesday morning.
Should wader up and see what I can gig out of there. Or--it's almost too good to resist--go fishing in the pasture. That would be a story to tell my grandkids--especially if I catch something.