The situation at the neighborhood pond has deteriorated.

Yesterday, I had Drew Hay out to look at the stand-pipe replacement. The pond was much lower, with maybe only 18" of water, maybe less. Watching the water, you could see fish moving around and every once in a while, you'd see a ball of large channel and blue cats writhing around. The water was muddy.

So, no time to mount an effort to get any fish to my main pond an hour away, plus I was leaving out of town yesterday afternoon.

I got a posse of helpers together, including Lee, who has a pond. Only Yellow Perch and Bluegill could go to Lee's pond, and any catfish he wanted to keep on track with his pond's goals. It took a while, but we finally got our gun club to take any other fish we could net out.

Sad situation, but some fish are being saved.

Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:"
"She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."