I bust the dam. Note the water level.
It keeps draining and the engineers show up to take a look.
They start to work.
Using native organc materials.
Meanwhile, the other gentle woodland creatures sleep it off.
To windy to do much outside. Sunny too. Non-photographic weather. Went out to check the beaves and walked down to take a look at the moccasin tangle. He was in it. I'm assuming this is his home spot. I approached him very quietly and used an indirect line. He finally spooked. I don't think he smelled me with his tongue but could have. He certainly saw me.
Wonder how big a range a snake like this has? Gotta move around some to hunt.