When you live on a horse farm, why go about things in the normal way? Why have a goldfish pond when you could have, say...a goldfish trough?
My mom and I did a lot of talking about incorporating some sort of water feature into the side garden, and we were worried that a pond would attract the heron that flies over the pasture every few days. And then there was the whole issue of digging out a pond in this rocky, foothills-of-the-Appalachians soil. I'm not sure which one of us suggested it first, but eventually, it was decided to incorporate this antique water pump with a horse trough to create a hillbilly pond, of sorts.
There's still plenty of planting to do around the base, but so far, it's proved entertaining. Apparently, I have the mental acuity of a cat. And I don't mean that in a good way. Fish swim. Pretty.
More mystery stuff tomorrow.