On Friday I was on my way to the green house and saw something crawling in the grass. It was a crawdad. I think she was on her way to the drainage ditch near the corn field to deposit her passel of young. I always thought of crawdads as creatures of the streams and ponds, but I guess they live pretty happily in the marshy muck that is our pasture. Most of the year the water table is a foot or so below the surface. In some areas it is only a few inches (those are really ponds waiting to get cleaned out.) I caught her and let the kids see. R had caught one in the stream at Cub Scout camp, so he was quite impressed by her size and location. Later J and R turned her free in the ditch that runs through the pasture.
Looks like a Lobster farm