June. Dry stretch. I switched on the irrigation system from the app.
Zones one, two, four, five, six: normal.
Zone three: nothing. No pressure reading. No confirmation.
I checked zone two again. Weak. Wrong spray pattern. One head rotating, two not moving at all.
I went outside and walked the zones manually.
Zone three the lateral line that runs along the east side of the property, the same path I'd watched the mole ridges follow all spring was dead.
I called the irrigation company.
The technician, a guy named Paul, came out the next morning. Spent an hour probing the system before he said anything.
When he finally stood up, he had a look I didn't like.
"Something's been running alongside your lateral line on zone three. Displaced the pipe over about forty feet. Crimped it in two places. Zone two lost a head — it's sitting about two inches too high, spray pattern's completely off."
"What caused it?"
He looked at the yard. At the ridges I hadn't bothered to take seriously.
"Moles follow water lines. They're drawn to the moisture gradient around buried pipes. They'll run a tunnel alongside a line for hundreds of feet."
"Can you just re-seat the pipe?"
"We have to excavate. Forty feet, maybe more. Replace two sections. Reset four heads."
He pulled up the estimate on his tablet and showed me.
$2,400.
I stood in my own backyard and felt the specific sick feeling of a problem you could have prevented.