Fish on Fry-day

It’s been a while since I reported on our fish community. We’ve had a death in the fishy family, which was most unexpected. Silver Streak, the show-off Koi, a real shining star when it came to doing laps in our pond, was MIA one morning at feeding time.


As the pond is inside our screen-room, there was no possibility that he’d been carried away by one of the many birds in our backyard, so we were thoroughly mistified as to where he’d vanished to. Hubby had a feel under the rock where they go to sleep at night and have siestas in the afternoon, but found nothing. A couple of days passed and then he spotted something glinting in the rockery surrounding the pond. It was the stiff and lifeless body of Silver Streak, who had obviously taken a corner at breakneck speed and flipped himself right out of the water, landing underneath a Bromeliad. His cries for help went unheard, and he’d expired forthwith. Hubby had to throw him in the lake, which, I suppose, is the equivalent of us having a burial at sea.

Blue Flash, the other koi seemed very lonely without his mate, so we bought a new friend for him to race with. I named him Shadow, partly because he’s grey and also because he stuck so close to his mentor for the first few days whilst he got used to his new surroundings. I guess the pond seemed positively palatial after the small tank in the pet shop and even more so after the plastic bag he rode home in.


Five of the six goldfish are doing splendidly and have grown quite fat. Marilyn, with her red lips and blonde head and tail, is especially greedy. She nudges other fish out of the way as she sashays around, making sure she gets more than her fair share of food.


Poor little Freddie, the smallest goldfish isn’t doing too well. He’s not as active as his friends, and spends a lot of time down amongst the plant pots, just dreaming the day away.


When he does appear, he swims sideways, as you can see in my first photo. He doesn’t have much of a tail and his fins are very sparse, so he can’t wiggle his butt and flap his fins like Marilyn and her admirers. He just seems to drift around like a boat without a rudder. Occasionally he makes a supreme effort to right himself in order to get some of the fish flakes before they’re all snaffled up by the others, but as soon as he gets bumped in the fray, he does a nose-dive down to the bottom and it’s a while before he can gather enough strength to get back up again. I feel so sorry for him and wish I could crochet him a set of fins and a long swishy tail, but hubby says that probably wouldn’t work. I keep hoping that one day his fins will grow and he’ll be fat and strong like all the others.


Wishing you all a great and very happy weekend. Tomorrow night we’re going out with friends for Sushi, but please don’t tell that to my fish.




Mr. GBH building his love nest

Some may say that Valentines’ Day is ‘for the birds’, but Mr. GBH takes his courtship very seriously as he builds his not-so–little love nest.


This is my entry for Debbie’s ‘Six Word Saturday‘.

Wishing you all a relaxing weekend.

B&W Tuesday: Florida’s State Bird

Who would have thought that out of all the amazing birds we have here in Florida, the small inconspicuous Northern Mocking Bird would be chosen as its State Bird?


I’m sure that the ever-dapper Mr. GBH, the distinguished Pelly Pelican and the always elegant Great Egret, would not be impressed were I to tell them this piece of news. Thank goodness they don’t read my blog.

Feathers On Friday: Vertical Take-off

Whenever I see birds in flight, it always make me wish that I could fly too. What fun it would be, and imagine how I’d surprise my friends if I could do this trick. I’d just be sitting there quietly, listening whilst they chatted to me,


and then suddenly, ‘Zowie’!! I’d take off into the blue, leaving them open-mouthed with astonishment.


Happy weekend to you all.

“Anything You Can Do….

….I can do better. I can do anything better than you. No you CAN’T. Yes I CAN! No you CAN’T. Yes I CAN!”

When I saw these two photos, the words of this song from ‘Annie Get Your Gun’, sprang straight to mind. When we were young girls, my sister and I used to really enjoy performing it, and even won a holiday talent competition at the seaside in England.

After breakfast, Mr. Anhinga and Mr. Peli are having a wing-spreading competition. A close contest, but I think you have to agree that Mr. Peli wins the prize.


Not to be left out of the proceedings, Iggy also positions himself to also show off his handsome right profile.  Nice try Iggy, but I think it’s definitely a no contest. Mr. Peli’s regal profile is extremely hard to beat.


I hope I’ve given you a smile on your Monday morning and wish you all a very happy week.

Feathers On Friday: Mr. GBH is ruffled

Usually so sleek and smooth, even Mr. GBH can have a ‘bad hair day’. Somehow he still manages to look absolutely gorgeous, so maybe this is just the newest fashion in bird coiffure.


Wishing you all a relaxing and peaceful weekend.