Sasha

WE do not get to post much on our blog. Now we are being forced to report on Sasha and post on his blog. WE regard this as a favour and hope he appreciates our regard for his well being.

He is sulking in his hiding place during the day at the nice place he has been sent to, and coming out at night to eat his food. This does not seem normal to us. But what do we know? WE are fish and used to the watery world. WE also tend to hide away under our rocky shelves during the day in the hotter weather.

Death of Streak

We have a sad announcement. Our matriarch, Streak, died yesterday.

Lynettea took her out of the Pond World when she saw Streak floating in some vegetation at the surface. Streak was our oldest relative.  She was more than twenty years old. She had developed tumours in her old age, but they did not seem to affect her enjoyment of Pond Life. She was still swimming and playing with us, and eating her food. Continue reading “Death of Streak”

More Rain and Wind

The Human bailed out The Pond Water this morning with a small bucket. It takes her many tri20160108_094530ps from The Pond to the drainage outlet. Overnight we had gained several centimetres of water. We wonder if we gather enough water in The Pond, whether it will take over a larger area and we can set off on an adventure into other parts of the world.

The Cat Sasha tells us this is a BAD IDEA. We wonder if he doesn’t want us to intrude into his territory. He has the run of the house and garden. Maybe he doesn’t want any of us sitting beside him on the lounge watching TV. We can only wonder at the thought of television and if we might see any interesting programs about Fish.

 

 

The Pump Fails

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Pond at twilight

We always thought the pump was reliable. It has refreshed the water for us by circulating  it  through  the  terracotta  dragon  for  countless  years  of  our  group  memory.

Then during The Storm we heard loud bangs from far away and the pump stopped.

In the morning the cat, Sasha told the human our pump was not working, but she took no notice. We could see him putting his paws up to her and fastening his eyes on her, but all she could hear was meowing. She pushed him off.

She was busy getting the quince tree branches sawn off  when she noticed she could not hear water falling.

‘The Pump is dead,’ she cried out.

‘My fish may die!’

That was bad news. Fortunately the man sawing the quince tree managed to revive The Pump. He cleaned out the silt and it came to life. Then he replaced the tube running through The Dragon and torrents of water rushed through, much  more  than  before .

Here we are at twilight in our invigorated water.