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fishpond blog

While we were at my parents’ house this summer, Doodle and I spent plenty of time “taking care of” the pond at the back of their yard.  In addition to feeding the fish too much, Doodle also assigned himself the task of skimming any and all leaves off of the surface of the water.  This task usually began by finding leaves to throw into the water so that there would, in fact, be something to skim off.  That boy is, um… helpful.

Speaking of being helpful, now that I’m back in Ontario, I’m going to have to remember to make myself scarce on the weekend that my parents decide that it’s time to take the fish in for the winter.  They have about six thousand fish that are transfered, annually, to a converted chest freezer in the basement.  The hardest to catch are the scores of new, tiny, camouflage brown babies.  Hummm… aren’t goldfish supposed to be able to freeze solid?  Perhaps a science experiment is in order.