Getting Down and Dirty

This is the spring pond the spring branch flows through on its way to the creek.  Hubby had lowered the dam so we can do some cleaning.

I clipped and sawed and piled so we could reach the feeding dock and rebuild it.  I pulled old logs from mud and clipped new limbs for my brush pile.

The brush pile, left for wildlife habitat, grew

 as the area began to be cleared.

Hubby showed up FINALLY with the big equipment but I couldn't watch.  The bank is small with a drop off on one side and water on the other.  He certainly made a bigger showing than I did.

Removing these dead limbs and logs along the drained edge

got me bogged down a few times.

These boots were tired when we stopped for the day.

Next comes muck removal, feeder repair, and rebuilding the dam.

The fun has just begun.

Cleaning The Garden Spring...

I don't remember when Dad rocked this spring basin but I do remember when a calf fell in.  Dad could not lift it up and out onto the high ground so he broke the front wall to save the calf.  No one ever built it back but we use it.  This is the second largest spring on our place and is used for garden irrigation, a cool drink as we go by and it ambles down the way to join the creek.

Before I began cleaning this spot there were honey suckles, briers and grape vines growing all along the sides.  It was difficult to get to so my self-assigned chore was clear the brambles.  I did good.  I only fell one time!

I forgot the water flow rate but Den can water his garden sufficiently without any loss of pressure or water.  I really don't need to know the rate as long as it's enough.

Here's the measure of my work.

Bonnie helped, too.