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Longest day

I spent the day at the studio sorting out some piles of mess and racing outside to see if the water to the pond was flowing.

The sorting was hard to focus on and the water never arrived. The anticlimax was excruciating! Hopefully the water will arrive tomorrow!




This is all that is left from last years fill, the fish and I are very miffed!

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  1. BritneyApril 22, 2013 at 9:49 PM

    Do the fish arrive with the water... or do you have them set aside?

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  2. crickettsApril 23, 2013 at 9:37 AM

    The fish bury themselves into the mud during the winter, then in Spring they become active again. The danger is that the pond drys completely and kills them all.

    The local Night Heron is also enjoying the wakening of the fish in a small puddle :-/

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