When some lowlife ran over our geese while they were walking back from their special swimming hole it was time.
The little story about the swimming hole can be found on this site under "improving the gene pool". I knew I had to do something. I guess there are a lot of things that could be done. There is no hunting season for lowlifes in Texas (darn) so I just got a shovel.
If you think the first picture was silly this is probably really tough to take. I knew that I could dig something that would work and that would be small enough to fill with a hose. I had only been working on this lake for a few minutes when I took the time to take this picture. It's wet because the digging is easier if you keep it that way. Dry clay may not be tough as concrete but it's high on the list of things I don't care to dig.
I had done a percolation test and I knew the places to avoid and where it was good to dig. A perc test consists of digging a posthole and filling it with water. If the water soaks in you have ground that is heavy on soil. If it holds the water your ground is heavy on clay. I knew we had clay and after reading about pond liners I knew I didn't want to do that if I could help it. I thought we should roll with clay. It held the water pretty well.
I decided that this might take a little bit of time. I know I'm old but I figured I had time enough to dig and to take naps. All systems go!
I thought the clay in the water resembled sewage. Why would a duck like it?
Then I invited my bride out to look. She knew what I was doing but I had never asked for her opinion. Perhaps I didn't really want it after all. I thought I wanted it until I had it.
To say that she was unappreciative might not be fair. I think she did appreciate the effort but it is totally fair to say that she did not concur with the direction we were going.
We had a frank discussion and progress was madeI. I believe that is enough diplomatic speak for one story. We decided that we would give the subject a rest and I decided that I wasn’t going to dig any more until we agreed.
Well they came and sure enough, I was conquered. I gave up on having a small manageable pond. What I really gave up on was getting my way. I knew that a large pond was going to sit smack dab in the middle of Wilcox Boulevard. That is a small road that I had built to get to the back pasture.
It also made my son in law very happy. I had a couple fences running through the narrow pasture there. They were constructed the day a jealous Eeyore tried to chew up a gelding named feathers. I had to pull these down and planned to reinstall in a different spot when the pond was dug.
When I went out to put in the new fencing I found stakes in the ground and white marker paint. My son in law had marked off a 40 yard archery range. The white bag which is just visible on the left side of the dirt pile is a target. He has been sighting in his new compound bow. If he sees a deer he will hit it. I think he's pretty good.
The tracks on this side of the pile are the start of the new road to the pasture. It needs to be packed in better but, good news, I drive this road with a four wheel drive vehicle now.
I lose track of time (a benefit of retirement) but I think this has held for about two weeks. You can see the convection if you watch and that makes me believe that this minimal loss is due to evaporation. I heard a frog jump in today so it’s attracting something. I intend to take a few buckets of pond water from my neighbors established pond once the water settles and clears a little bit.
The slide show tells me it's time to go get another knothead.
It rained two days ago and this is how it looked. You cannot see the pond for the flooded yard. It is under there and the llama knows exactly where it is. He won't go there.