The magic well

A well is currently being pounded into the ground at my little cottage on the lake.  Due to the close proximity of the road behind the cottage, it is being drilled a couple of feet from the corner of the cottage.  Needless to say, the noise and rattling of my dwelling is ridiculous.  After drilling down about 110 feet my Professional Well Guy has still not found water.....pretty strange since I am a few feet from a decent sized body of water.  Apparently that has nothing to do with it. 
Ten years ago, I ran off for 2 years to the mountains of New Hampshire.  I lived in a one room (off the grid) shack on stilts for 6 months while a bunch of Merry Mountain Men built my log cabin.  The well at my new property was drilled first,  because it had to be in front of the cabin.  The drilling rig would be perched in the forest on the side of the mountain.
I had a good friend, named Littlebird, living there at the time, who claimed to have intuitive powers in many areas.  That was cool with me, but I really didn't pay much attention to it, since I didn't have any real need of those kinds of services at the time.....or so I thought. 
Littlebird and I were roaming around on the future site of my cabin one day when she decided to "find" water for me.  I watched in mild amusement as she broke a Y shaped branch off a nearby tree and proceeded to wander around holding on to ends of it in her hands with one end pointed out in front of her.  After several minutes of me struggling to contain my mirth,  the stick seemed to point down to the ground rather forcibly at her feet.  I thought it was a pretty neat trick to make that stick look like it was being pulled by some invisible force down to the ground.  "Yup" she said, "there's your water!"  "Okie dokie," I smirked to myself. 
The Professional Well Guy was scheduled to come soon.  Later that day, a respectable looking, middle-aged man drove up in his pick-up truck to size up the situation and decide the most likely place for the big well-drilling rig that was arriving the next day.  I was hoping my friend would not feel too offended when the Professional Well Guy picked a different spot for the well. He stood there for several minutes and then paced around for a few more.  I could see that he was coming up with some logical and calculated conclusions as to a possible spot to start drilling for water. 

Then to my complete astonishment, he walked over to a tree and broke off a Y shaped branch.  He proceeded to wander around holding it in front of him in the same fashion as my friend had.  Since these two people had never met before, I started to pay attention.  In exactly the same spot that Littlebird had supposedly "found" water earlier in the day, my Professional Well Guy "found" it too.  At that moment it occurred to me that this was going to be my "magic well."  I guess that people think differently in that neck of the woods.  I know that my ability to believe in magic and the power of unseen forces was restored to me in that special place in the forest 10 years ago.