A Hole No More

After weeks of workers digging and pushing rocks around, the duck hole is now a duck pond. Now it looks like this:

It was all dirt until they brought in all these squares of grass and lay them chess board-like all over the place. And they're watering them with those whack-a-mole sprinklers 24 hours a day, I guess to try to get them to catch. I'm sure it's a good idea, but I have to swim to the laundry room.
If you had sharp enough eyes to notice the fighting dinosaurs in back in South Dakota, you probably saw that Stalwart The Duck is back. That's him on the rock just in front of the big spray thing. Her, actually... she's standing on maybe six ducklets.

There are a few ducks hanging out in the biblical flood plains the sprinklers have created, but they don't go in the pond. It's her pond.