Our pond now has maybe 8 goldfish. There used to be maybe 18. Somewhere there is a great blue heron rolling on a tree limb,clutching its belly. On my shoulder is a Quaker parrot, biting my ear.
Good news is that, at yesterday's block party, one helpful neighbor suggested running lines of monofilament (fishing line) across over the pond's surface--said it freaks out birds. Another helpful neighbor offered to sit, with his shotgun, and wait for the heron to return.
So, fishing line is in place. Not invisible, but not too unsightly.
On another front, I never did dump the chopped up remains of the Creepy Plant...and yesterday I noticed that it hasn't died. No, it has continued to grow, roots bare, trunk hacked...and yet it is succulent and growing vertically. We should support research to discover how this can happen--and how to infuse ourselves with whatever it is that drives this plant to grow, and live.
We have a pond in our back yard. We had them write the fish in the contract so they wouldn't take them before we moved in. I love them. We have lost a few over the years to raccoon and heron. Since the dogs moved in next door not so many losses, but lots of barking. I feel sorry for the poor dogs who have to stay in a kennel the majority of their lives. I've never understood that type of dog owner.
Posted by: Beth Ann | September 12, 2005 at 04:24 PM