I got up to my main pond in Somerset yesterday and got a tree cleared that had fallen across the access road.
Our pond level was about 2' low, and I suspected we had the damn blow out on the creek that feeds into the pond. So I patched up some gaps in the damn with sandbags, and that seemed to start water flowing into the pond. But then I noted a small damn of mud and sticks at the pond-end of the inlet pipe. I'm not sure if it was a beaver who damned that up, but it was water tight. About 40 minutes of work in stinky muck got that cleared and water started flowing into my pond again.
I also dug up two corms of lilly pads and relocated them to my neighborhood pond.
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
