Water Gardening: How many ponders are out there ?? List your names - Update!, 1 by BogweedBuck

BogweedBuck wrote:
Mornin, Pixy, Daisy, all ... and thanks!


Pixy, about your birds ... as much as they may be used to that noise, they are NOT accustomed to having razor-like shards of metal searing through their flesh at sub sonic speeds as an angry "old" man maniacally giggles at the random clumps of feathers and desicated flesh that splatters against the fence... they've never heard the peels of laughter as I watch my koi get their own little taste of revenge as they nibble at the unidentifiable remains of these evil minions of the sky sinking towards the bottom of the pond ...

Ah, but a girl can dream ...

Sorry about that little flight of fantasy ... I just woke up this morning to find that yet another little evil beast of the field has discovered my make believe sanctuary: a racoon. As much as these critters are entertaining to watch from afar, this one has now crossed the line. I just re-stocked on some QU'WALITY koi food only to have one of these vile beasts find a way to pop the top off of my 5 gal. "tool bucket." I KNEW the little bastard was around ... my dog (a mentally deranged Jack Russell terrorist ... er ... terrier [ever see Ren & Stimpy? Think "Ren"]) occasionally spazzes out at night for no obvious reason. On these occasions when she's chosen to overnight it outside, she inevitably makes a bee-line to said pond. NOW I KNOW ...

A mere couple weeks ago I was blessed enough to begin my with the discovery of one of my prized Israeli koi (I know, Jewish Carp ... who'da thunk it?) trapped inside of an "aqua pot" with a gouge along one side of his head, and his poor little eyes bugged out, a'la Marty Feldman. I blamed the teenage step-son at first ... they really made Mama-san happy ... I then proceeded to blame the cat (why not? the dog gets blamed for far more by said spousal unit) ... and, ultimately, I had to simply chalk it up to "fate."

I still prefer the term "dumb luck."

This morning, though, I experienced what those involved with Alocoholics Anonymous commonly refer to as "a moment of clarity." Behind my half completed waterfall was an overturned bucket. The contents of said bucket strewn about, fish food EVERYWHERE ... and there, on a piece of black, charcoal-impregnated filter pad, I saw something disturbingly familiar ... not-so-tiny footprints that bore no resemblence to those left by the aforementioned feline/canine duo who otherwise torment my life.

"Yes," I thought to myself ...

Hmmm ... my father-in-law, an Elgish professor, would not like that. Who the hell else would I think to?

Nevermind!

"I've seen those malevolent little tracks before! I've seen them on the pond liner. I've seem them in the dirt! I've seen them by my trash cans! I've seen them on my skirt!"

It was at that point that my masculinity took over ...

Anyhow, here's a picture of my beloved "Lemon Drop." I know, not a very Japanese name. Heck, not really all that Yiddish either, but that was his/her/its name all the same.

Rest in Peace, my slimy late friend from the pond. May God bless thee and keep thee. May He make His face to shine upon thee ...

Ah, screw it. 'Eres my late, great feeshy...