From the Houston Chronk:
Just about every other day for six years, a retired teacher has faithfully carried a trunk load of cracked corn and bread to feed ducks and turtles populating a 15-acre retention pond at a Spring airport.
Roberta Pitzak grew attached to every duckling, as she watched generations of these “yellow fuzzballs of energy” hatch. Her brood also recognized her – mobbing her blue teal Astrovan whenever she arrived. “Here babies,” she’d say, and they would happily come each time.
Some of her ducks migrated. But the majority never left that pond at Hooks Memorial Airport despite the roar from jets on a runway a few yards away.
But the 61-year-old Pitzak’s eyes now glisten with tears. Her golden pond of serenity where locals have enjoyed wildlife for years has been transformed into a moonscape of cracked mud. The record drought and heat has shrunk the pond to a mere 10-foot mudhole that might completely disappear in two weeks.
The drought has taken a massive toll on this state, from billion-dollar losses in agriculture to fueling wildfires in all corners of Texas. But it’s in these small, personal tales of suffering that the drought has seared into our psyche.
But Gov. Hairball says prayer is all that’s needed.
How’s that ‘Pray for Rain’ thingee workin’ fer Gov. Hairball?
Well, some creatures have to live outdoors in a mud puddle while the temperature reaches over 100 degrees every day for over a month…
And some don’t.
Ditto for living (and eventually dying) on Texas’ Death Row as an innocent man.