Somewhere I have photos of my land in 2005 after it was originally stumped by Allen and Damon, when Neddy’s pond was first dug. However I can’t find them, and more recent photos of the pond were lost when my hard drive crashed. So you will just have to imagine a large, half-acre narrow crater running north to south.
Allen had excavated around these ten-foot-tall boulders and I’d hoped they would be diving platforms over sparkling water.
Unfortunately my soil is so gravelly that the water only rose a couple of feet. Five years later, you can see that cattails and rushes have moved in. Poplar took hold on the left side of the boulders, and and to the right you can see the hole has started to be filled in with stumps and brush.
Looking from north to south, the old pond had become largely a dry wash of gravel with a silver bottom of water under a forest of cattails. The south pasture is above left. Sadly, the steep fall in grade means that any pond I ever manage to establish here will be invisible from the house.
If you click to enlarge this photo you’ll see the beginning of the future pond in the distance.
The three fillers on the north end: tons of stumps and broken logs dumped by the Yuke when cleaning up after logging, boulders (each at least four feet across) pulled from the pasture above by Allen, and cattails.
Looking down from the edge of the south pasture at the start of a new, smaller pond. This is still part of the pond as originally outlined by Allen but dredged and deepened. (One section is over rock ledge and so will never be deeper than about a foot. I foresee lots of wading in rubber boots, pulling cattails, in spring time.)
Forty-foot-long piles of excavated fill waiting to be bulldozed. I’m hoping Leon may be able to start this on Friday.
The start of the new pond, taken from below. (Double-click to see it larger.) Few people except me, tending the pigs, and cross-country skiers looping the property in winter will see this view. But I hope eventually the pond will be three or four times this size.
I love all ponds. Even at my tiny, imperfect strip of water threading between cattails I’ve seen frogs, ducks, wild turkey, and deer, and a great blue heron stops by regularly to fish.