Wishing I was back home on the marais des cygne river!
I hate living in the city, I look forward every week to heading south, working my but off at the farm and listening the sound of my beloved marais des cygne river.
Last weekend I was down there, it rained all morning, but my grandson Cody and I sat it out and scouted for turkeys and morel mushrooms. We didn't find any of either, but we did at least get the turkeys to talk to us.
When the rain ended, the sun came out, we laid in the dew covered grass and listened to the sounds of the frogs singing, the birds chirping and the marais des cygne river rushing by
I look forward to Saturday, when I will once again be down in Rich Hill, wandering the banks and listening to the beautiful sounds of wildlife and my beloved river.
Come on out and go fishing with us, we're usually near the spot where the old Haymaker Bridge was. It fell down many years ago, but it still draws many fishermen and campers to the site.
