


The east end of the pond is the shallowest. One day, the wind blew all the dead stalks into that area, so I gathered up as many as I could into piles. Then someone with more muscles came along with the tarp or tractor, and hauled them over to the burn pile.
At the end of the summer, the level of the pond has gone down, exposing more dead phragmites stalks, and some new resprouts. There is so much of this dead material! We’ve got to get as much out as possible. It’s hard work!
I wanted to plant a willow on the slope, near the area where the turtles had been laying eggs. Instead of a shovel, I used my hands to dig a hole, very carefully.
Sure enough, dozens of baby turtles had hatched. I carefully put them into a bucket, and brought them down to the pond. The immediately made a beeline for the water!