"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may." Robert Herrick

"Gather ye rose-buds while ye may." Robert Herrick

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Donna Baker

Sunday, September 20, 2009


As you have seen before, my goldfish in the goldfish pond somehow know when I am around. Maybe ground vibrations from my footfall or perhaps they can see me, which brings me to the wild fish in our other ponds. They too know when I am coming. They meet me at the edge of the pond. Teeny one inch new hatchlings swarm around the edge closest while the larger ones stay in deeper water. All are waiting for their daily feeding of fish flakes, pellets and bread. They have excellent vision. They see me and move with my motions. When bread flies over them they race for it. There is a large crop of new babies this year. I really think they would be tamed if I would swim with them. The perch are the friendliest as are the catfish. The bass are the stealth fighters; they lay in wait and strike like a missile. I don't like them. Click on the pic to see them close up. I only let people fish these ponds if they catch and release, but rarely, if that.


  1. I think that is so cute...
    I'd say they can see you, and no doubt feel your approaching vibrations when you start pondside.
    They know they are in for a treat, and are smart enough to take their place...

  2. I'm picturing you whistling "Here Boys!" when you walk to the pond!!!

  3. Thank you for stopping by my blog...I have just read your profile, and I must say...wow! what an awesome way to live..You are so blessed.
    Love your Blog...I am now a big Fan and Follower!

  4. What an idyllic life you have in this haven... Love the fish!

  5. I used to have a small pond in my front yard when I was married and my small school would follow me all around it as I weeded the plantings, the hard part was catching them in the winter to bring them inside so they weren't fishcicles...it was a muddy mess for sure, but such is life when you care about the wee things.

    I miss my barn yard fowl, I had them all, especially loved the turkeys, they were my buds!

    Have a great weekend, hope it doesn't rain it all away!


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