It was a massacre.
A trail of body parts all along the river. Leftover scraps from a gluttonous feast.
Yesterday morning left the crawdads facing much the same fate as turkeys on Thanksgiving eve.
We finally had rain. A deluge in fact.
The flood gates were thrown open, once again sparing the downtown river bend from flooding.
But, after it’s work was done, Gate No. 5 failed to close.
The river bend did not flood; it was drained.
So water was diverted to concentrate on refilling the bend, an effort circling us back to the crawdads in our stretch of the river. Downstream went almost dry.
A feast day for egrets and herons. The crawdads didn’t have a chance, plucked from the muck in rapid succession.
Fortunately, the water is back. When I walked along Eagleland this morning, most of the birds were so stuffed they had no need to show up for breakfast.
Tomorrow it will be back to work for them. But will there be any crawdads left?
According to one crayfish man, nature knows how desirable crawdads are. Hatches average more than 100 each. Here is his graphic video depicting them at birth:
While there are peak seasons, crawdads will have sex any time. So, if Mother Nature can doll up those remaining females tonight, we could have another new crop in two to four weeks. Those overstuffed egrets better hope so.