So, I do love fish, but I don’t particularly love our frog pond’s fish. Is that fair? Probably not: I am responsible for digging the pond, I am complicit with stocking it with its goldfish. This is the pond’s third year of existence, and therefore the fourth year for the fish. I mentioned earlier that we had had a few die this winter. We had never lost even one, so…I had mixed feelings about losing eight of them.
You see, I left it to Tom to buy the fish. He went to the store with our daughter in tow and the clerk at the pet area was so taken with her that they came home with scoops of fish, not the 10-12 I thought we needed. We had so many we could not count them. Then it occurred to us that, if we wished to count them, we should take a picture of them. (They don’t move around in a photo.) So we did, and we had almost 50 of the things!
Last summer, we had noticed Big Momma (a particularly large fish, almost 6″) acting a little crazy by nearly beaching herself. She did a lot of flopping along the rocks at the pond’s edge. She was pursued by other fish and uh-oh: yep, she was spawning. Goldfish are notorious for eating their own young, so I figured I wouldn’t have to worry about having too many babies. (Actually, goldfish are notorious for eating anything, which is why we have no tadpoles or snails in the pond…you have to take the bad with the good, I guess.)
Ice-out day was on the 13th, as I mentioned. I sat by the pond, peering into its chilly depths, gazing at the fish when…oh NO. I noticed two SMALL FISH. Like, fish BABIES, under a year old. Argh! So: I am left with this dilemma of too many fish, again. I will probably do a combination of expanding the pond and finding new homes for a few of the fishies. And then I can cross my fingers that Big Momma and the rest…stay hungry!