I could hear the pump running as I walked down my driveway this morning toward the ponds; my heart dropped and my blood heated up at the same time, dreading what I would find when I rounded the curve.
I was relieved to see that yesterday's flow into our pond had stopped, despite the pumping sound I heard. I'm not sure where the water was going, but it didn't appear to be going into our pond any longer, thank goodness.
The green loogie-blob was gone, but the oil and diesel were still there. Stepping close to the edge, I could see the sheen on the surface of the water. I guess it's not as bad as it would have been if they'd kept pumping... if we hadn't spoken up... but it's bad enough.
I'm grateful Belle is such an obedient dog - she wanted to jump in, but with just a word from me, she returned to my side.
I wish I could protect the minnows, frogs, turtles and birds as easily.
