Yesterday afternoon a courier delivered a large white box. In it were two polythene bags, each containing five small goldfish. Of course, after paying £1 per fish and £12 delivery charge, Mr G found he could have had 20 fish for free as the builder working next door was emptying his pond! But alas, 'twas too late and anyway, as Mr G says, the ones he ordered are guaranteed disease-free.
As soon as they were released into the pond, the poor, traumatised things disappeared beneath the watercress and refused to come out. I hovered for ages with the camera, trying not to cast a shadow on the water, but I think they must have taken me for a heron with a shiny silver beak! Occasionally, one would shove an orange snub nose out from under the cress. At one point, six of them made a mad dash for the other end of the pond where the pump is. A whisk of a tail, a flash and a flirt of a fin, and the fish remained elusive.
But I got this one snap and killed two birds with one stone, ha ha, as I didn't realised that Flad had strolled into shot. The white box you can see is the one the fish came in.
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