I let the dog out early one morning and found that the pond had collapsed during the night. That huge boulder we thought immovable, moved. Heavy rains must have washed away the last of the dirt supporting it. Luckily there was still a foot or so of water left in the pond for the fish, but it did escalate the need to figure out where the fish live.
I dug a grave sized hole in the garden, which has nice, soft soil from years of tilling. Lined the hole with the old rubber liner, filled with water and transplanted the fish. A lot of digging which didn't get us any closer to finishing the new pond.
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