No match for muck
I fought the muck and the muck won. It wasn’t even a contest. To understand why I was fighting muck, we must go back to late February when our farm pond suddenly drained itself at the end of a record stretch of extreme cold temperatures. Overnight the water left, and the abnormally thick ice collapsed to the bottom. Then came spring and the ice melted, leaving a shallow pool of water 20 feet across. Still with fish in it, can you believe? I did not expect any to survive. Pond turtles, too. For a closer examination of the damage, I had to wait for a stretch of dry days, which we got ...