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Life In A Pond (Where Did My Frogs Go?)

pondpic1Nothing is more peaceful than sitting next to a pond in the spring or summer watching the water ripple to the wind. Nothing is more disturbing than the one inch feeder goldfish you bought for your pond last summer get to five inches, grow teeth, and look at you cat like it’s dinner!

The cat stays on other side of the room now.

Yep, even with teeth growing goldfish and one tad-frog we started the pond up again this year. New goldfish are in the pond (we left the others in the indoor tank due to the fear of putting our hands in it – we think we are justified, as there used to be frogs in there too, along with the tad-frog), a few new tads (soon to be bullfrogs) are in the pond too, and new plants.  We also extended the pond with a small stream.

My back now hurts, and I”m pretty sure the goldfish were laughing when they watched me work.

My wife and I will be looking forward to sitting on the bench next to our little piece of nature, and the new goldfish will look up to use dreaming of when they will be big enough to make the frogs disappear and nibble on our hands. The birds landing and washing in the stream, the butterflies soon fluttering around the flowers surrounding the water, and the gurgle of the flow is quite relaxing, until you look at life in a pond.

What is life in a pond?  Well, since I had two frogs that disappeared in my indoor tank after the goldfish became larger than the frogs, and a cat constantly in fear – I’m convinced it’s just things eating things.  I never see cats or other small animals near the pond, like you do in nature.  My fish don’t swim around like normal fish … they stare at you angrily.  I’m pretty much convinced my little pond is the next setting for a Steven King novel.

I do realize the years behind radiation emitting computer monitors, and living next to an industrial park with possible interesting emissions may be clouding my thinking … but, really … the goldfish grew teeth! All in all, the simple act of sitting next to our little ecological experiment in our front year will bring us joy this year.  There is nothing that compares to seeing your tads turn into frogs, and run for their lives from once little orange fishes. There is nothing that compares to little animals in other yards looking at your little pond in fear wondering if their siblings ended up too close it.  It’s just like having your own little reserve of natural happiness.

-SWB

PS – We hope this inspires you to put in your own little pond of happiness … or better yet it inspires someone like Steven King to write a twisted horror novel about ponds so we can pick up on some of the royalties.

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