Friday, 25 February 2011

Fishless




No fish left, just a still, dark, empty pond. There is a huge gulp in my throat every time I look at it. Down at the bottom, I can see a few pale corpses held fast by the weed, drifting silently as the wind wafts the water.

4 comments:

Teresa Ashby said...

That looks so dreadfully sad.

Jacula said...

Oh dear! I'm so sorry.

hydra said...

The latest plan is to fill it half way with gravel (after scooping out the huge frog that lives in the mud) and refilling it and gaining a pond that is much shallower (it's 5 ft deep because 20 years ago Mr Grumpy went mad with a mechanical digger!) and easier to look after and clean out. He's just gone out to order a ton of gravel. As for more fish... maybe.

Perovskia said...

Sorry to hear about your fish :(