Without your intervention... would natural grasses and cat trails grow wild there?
Would the island even exist anymore?
There have been only four owners of the islands since the United States gave a grant to the original owners in the 1830s who built a dam and mill. That group went bankrupt as the railroad relocated ten miles north in the 1860s when a gravel company bought the islands and continued mining river rock until the 1950s when a local farmer bought the islands and farmed them until 13 years ago when we bought the islands. The prior owners dumped concrete along the shorelines and protected most of the islands from erosion, and put in connecting causeways which allowed him to get his tractor on the main island to farm. He planted black walnuts on the outer island where there is now a black walnut and maple forest which is beautiful. Cattails do not survive on the shoreline of a river which regularly has eight foot water level change. We have taken the former farmed portion of the islands and have natural high grasses with pathways and open areas where I plant pasture grasses which we can cut low and hold the soil together to allow vehicles to drive over all areas of the islands without rutting the soil which is very easily eroded without a tight grass mat.
We have lost one smaller island we owned in the flood of 2008. It is just gone. About a mile down stream after the floods and ice jams this winter, a small fifty foot by fifty foot islands just appeared, and the crazy river rats around here put a big American Flag on that gravel bar, and it has become the place where people gather on Sunday afternoons to park their pontoon boats, grill, and socialize. We got rid of all our boats because I simply have become too weak to maintain them, and the ice in the winter can take down a maple tree, and any boat lift is playing russian roulette. So when the farmer put in almost a two miles of concrete jetties every 100 feet he has made the islands as near as permanent as an island can be.
I have ordered the paint, the bearings, idlers, new bobcat decals, but I had a bad day yesterday as I am not strong enough to remove the final hydraulic hose from the main drive. It is sad to see your body waste away, but if I cut the hose, I am no longer nimble or flexible enough to get below the cab and pull that hydraulic line and get a new one. Ideally, I will try again later today if I can gather some extra strength and hopefully be able to salvage the hose connection and get new fittings from bobcat when we attach the rebuilt drive unit. Silly short term projects are very fulfilling and I appreciate all the kind words, but you know.....I do not even have the strength to mess with anybody as I am tuckered out, and would probably doze off mid debate in my current state......oh and that medical pot......for the second time the state has told my wife that my doctor's office failed to send the request after telling us they did....I am finding out that older and sick people really get little of their former respect.......I would normally have a firm discussion with my Doctor's staff, but honestly I have a sense of providence that I have less and less control over the course of my life, and rather than being angry, I am simply celebrating each ironic detail confident that all this has some meaning.