The Day of The Jackal - reprise

I was at the farm yesterday for the first time after the heavy rains of mid-May.  My neighbouring farmer, Ramappa, took me to see his farm pond (the photo above), which is larger than the one I have and deeper, and is next to his borewell.

"When you made your pond next to the borewell three years ago," he said, "I did not understand why you were doing this.  This year, the bore ran dry and I got the pond dug next to it for the sowing.  The pond is full and the bore, which had run dry, is now working!"  

There's a delight in that weather-beaten face and I look back at the many months and a score conversations with this then-recalcitrant fellow and feel doubtfully vindicated.  Doubtfully I say, for I am not sure if the pond could have recharged the bore this quickly (a couple of weeks), but he is hardly the person to hear my misgivings.  

"One more pond this year Sir," he adds and I offer to match him in this challenge, foot for foot. 
And to round off this happy news, I see the pugmarks of a canid by the pond. It's the day of the jackal.