One, two, three, four five....
Once I caught a fish alive.
8/7/20243 min read
You may remember that we recently restocked our little garden pond with six goldfish from the local DIY store. Perhaps you were even wondering how they were faring. Well, in short, they didn't seem to fare at all well, although I hardly dared to tell you. After releasing them into our pond, I checked on them the following day and was heartened to see them venturing out from their hiding place under the water lilies, and exploring the pond . But by that evening they had retreated, and I could no longer see them. The next day I kept watch , but didn't catch a single glimpse of our little golden fish. Had they been taken that very same night by a heron? Surely not. For sure, the héron cendré , as it is known in France , is sometimes seen in our valley, but it was highly unlikely to have discovered our fish on their first night, let alone taken every single one without trace. But still: days , and then weeks passed, without a single sighting of our goldfish. We sprinkled food on the surface of the water to attract them...still nothing. So we ended up fearing the worst.