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Sunday, April 13, 2014
Drought
The Brazos, shallow and muddy after a long terrible drought. The ranch usually offers canoeing, but the river isn't deep enough, so the canoes sit unused on the banks.
We watched the egret on the left wade out into the water without ever getting in much deeper than it is here. I wouldn't think that there's much for it to eat in the river right now.
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