Do you remember in our last post that we outlined the necessity for a good fencing system on a farm? Well (remember this word, “well,” as it encompasses the subject of the current blog), there are a few things even more essential to the farmer than a good fence, important though it be! One of these is a supply of drinking water, both for animals and for the humans caring for them.
Our saga began towards the end of a long dry spell here in western Pennsylvania. We have a very low producing well on this property, and despite digging down another 250 feet after we moved in, it would still only give us a renewal rate of about 1/2 to 1 gallon per minute. Still if we were careful, (after the installation of 3 large cisterns in the basement for a water reservoir) we decided that would still be enough for us and the future 100-150 sheep we were expecting to raise here. Sheep, after all, only use about 2 gallons of water a day – they are actually considered desert animals (and thankfully they don’t shower or do laundry.) All seemed to be going along swimmingly (if you’ll excuse the use of this word in the current situation), until Roy noticed that the cisterns were down to 75% capacity, and each day they were lower until they reached 25%, and we decided that we had a crisis on our hands.
So, with much dismay we began looking into the cost of buying about 1000 gallons of potable water to be delivered for our use. But also we realised that our dream of developing a commercially viable sheep farm was quickly disappearing down the proverbial gurgler! I mean it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that no water = no animals. Contact with our local well guy brought us no relief as he told us that wells were drying up all over the area, and that many wells will take months or years to recover! At our wits’ end and not knowing where else to turn, we asked a very good friend of ours, who just happens to be a member of the clergy (Deacon Phil, to be precise) to bless our well with Holy water. Just the fact that he and his wife happened to be here visiting us and helping around the homestead and farm that week was a miracle in itself! We then began a daily novena prayer asking for the intercession of St. Bernadette of Lourdes. Some of you may know of St. Bernadette, a poor peasant girl who discovered a huge spring of water while experiencing an apparition of Mary, the Mother of God in Lourdes, France.
Now, do NOT tell us that miracles don’t happen, or that God does not hear prayers. The day after our prayers began, we had a good soaking rain and the water level in the cisterns began to steadily rise. It seems that our well must be drawing from water capillaries that are fairly shallow. That may put us at the mercy of the weather, but overall (notwithstanding the previous unusually dry months leading up to this crisis) the rainfall and snowfall in this area is abundant and steady, so it appears to be more of a blessing than otherwise.
But wait, there’s more (states the infomercial)!…
The other thing that became apparent is that the downspouts from the roof gutters fed into a common drain which went underground and drained into the adjacent field. We had noticed that there was a 3 inch PVC pipe just breaking the surface in the yard feeding into a perforated drain that continued underground down hill. During the rain the water was actually gushing through this junction, and we realised that we could simply attach a pipe here and feed this into a water capture cistern that could be used for animals or even garden watering. The previous owner’s attention to detail, preventing water problems in the foundation, became an opportinity to capture the huge amount of water coming off the roof. What a find!
That same day we noticed the well to be recovering, we invited the previous owner here to drive around the property with us. He showed us a small grotto, hemmed in with briars, rocks and trees, at the top of which was a small, but freely flowing spring!!
Now those of you who know the story of St. Bernadette of Lourdes know that she saw the apparition in a grotto, out of which flowed the spring of water that became the famed, miracle-producing water of Lourdes! I am not going to stretch this parallel (or your credulity) any further, but you should know that we were starting to feel both relieved and more than a little amazed.
Here is a picture of our grotto from the bottom, looking up at about a 45 degree angle after clearing out some briars – Brer Rabbit would have had a ball in there!
And here is a close up showing a shimmer of the water running through the leaves. We intend to develop this spring and give it an opportunity to fill up a pond or cistern, from which we can pump water to the livestock.
Now, so far, we have multiple miracles the day after beginning to pray for help! But there is still more, believe it or not. Upon rounding the corner at the bottom of the property, the previous owner remarked, “You know that you own over there toward the road”. He pointed towards a lightly forested acre or two, which we had not really thought about, having many other more pressing things to deal with up to now. “Yes, there’s a small pond in there which was used previously to water cattle”. “Uh huh.” I replied, not really listening until my subconscious, which HAD been paying attention screamed “SAY WHAT?!!” in my ear. “Ummmm, could you repeat that?” I replied quietly, my brain still reeling from the slap my subconscious had justifiably just delivered to me. “It needs some work on the wall and is filled with leaves, but it is a good pond fed from a spring”.
Below you can see the property with future fencing lines in red (as we showed in a previoius post) and the newly discovered spring (by us anyway) circled in blue towards the right middle of the picture. The lines in blue at the bottom right are the approximate property lines for the area we’d ignored until now, and the small circle of blue within it is the pre-existing pond. It was very low with only a couple of inches of water amid a lot of fallen leaves, and the berm surrounding it was breached in a couple of places, but it was still beautiful! A little work for a few days with shovels and a chainsaw will restore it back to its original state. It will only be about 30 feet across and maybe 5 feet deep, but do you know what that means to a farmer (and to swimming hole-loving farm kids)? The volume of that pond is about 14,000 cubic feet. There’s about 7.5 gallons per cubic foot of water. So if filled, such a pond can contain about 100,000 gallons of water!
Can you see why I was raving on about the power of prayer? Water-wise, we went from destitute to drowning (please excuse the hyperbole, but I needed an alliterative word to make the impact) in less than a day! Now our focus will be on developing these sources to collect and deliver the water to where it will be needed.
Friends, farming is one of the best professions for observing the wonders of God’s creation. But it also makes us realize that we have very little control of things and we must depend upon what is given to us. Some might say that depending on prayer in this day and age is childish and perhaps even foolish. But maybe that is why farmers are often the most God-fearing folk around. We realize that we have are not really in charge. This does not mean that we should treat God like some celestial slot machine and that prayer will always give an outcome to our advantage. On the contrary, we should be ready to recieve a “no” answer to our plea. Nay-sayers might say that all these water sources on our farm were always there and just needed to be discovered in the crisis. Maybe this is why in our case the response was dramatic, multidimensional (as outlined above,) and almost immediate. Perhaps letting others know about this was more important than our immediate needs. In any case, we are convinced, and we hope that you agree, that trusting in God and praying for one’s needs, might be highly beneficial and maybe even a little awe-inspiring! Thank you St. Bernadette, and pray for us!
2 Replies to “When it rains, it pours!”
the last pgh contains some of the reasons mankind is wandering — separation from a knowledge of our place in creation, and of our contingency — thank you!