Turtle Island Paradise is pure mungo

Neighbor Joe Daly stopped by the garage today wearing a "Now what the heck is he doing" expression.
We filled him in, he approved the project.

Our summer-long pond clean-up project has deprived some of the local creatures from much of their accustomed underwater shade as well as a convenient place for skittish turtles to relax in the sun, away from people. We've greatly reduced the muck, debris and dead material in and around the pond as we attempt to revive and re-oxygenate, but the unintended consequences may be that our fish, turtles and frogs aren't as happy with the new, cleaner situation.
We have also deprived Gary the Green Heron of some favorite lurking and fishing spots. He doesn't seem to come around as much any more.
Today we pulled out some garage mungo that has been waiting for a purpose and lashed together this raft. It's satisfying how that saved junk can at last be useful . . . even the buoyant foam snow toboggan that Grandma hasn't used since she took a tumble on it when Emily was four.
It took about an hour to cobble together the 9x7 island framework . . . it took longer because Jennifer has most of Stan's tools in Dundas, his power drivers, etc., so Stan was reduced to using an old hammer and bent nails. So even the nails are mungo.

Position may be adjusted
by pulling on the cords.

Assembly complete, we tossed the burlap covered raft into the water and left it there under the sweltering sun, intending to come back to the project later when it got cooler outside.  Layers of mud and sticks would make a nice camouflage finish. While we hid from the afternoon heat inside the house, Kathleen had a look out the window.
"Hey," she reported, "they're using it already!"
We glassed the area and sure enough, two mid-sized turtles had already clambered aboard the floating burlap base, checking out their new digs. We hope the scouts liked it and reported back to headquarters.
We've since covered over the burlap with natural flotsam, floated it out into the pond, and tied it to shore posts with 50 foot lengths of military grade green parachute cord.
Paradise Island awaits the guests.

Island Paradise. 
Fish hiding beneath, turtles sunning on top, and Gary waiting for someone to make a mistake. What could be better?