I know I need to change the water in the fountains, but I can't. No, I'm not too busy or too lazy. We have baby fish!
*They were so fast I couldn't get them in the shot. Maybe when they're bigger.*
In both the front and back fountains! There is no truth to the fact that I squeed upon the original sightings.
Okay. But it was small and heard only by Mouse, the neighborhood stray. And perhaps Bob and Maryann across the street. And maybe at the vacation bible school going on next door. But that's all.
We've had fish in the fountains for years. I even had crawfish in the back a couple of times. They were terribly bright. Big Daddy would come to my dinner call and climb a screen, lean backwards and demand allow me to drop food right in his gullet.
But never have we been blessed with babies. Ever. Not in twelve years. But this year both fountains? How exciting. There seem to be five in the front - three golden, one black and a very fashionable white one who has accessorized with black fins. In the fountain under the New Dawn rose in the back, I have only seen one, but oh! Is he attractive. White underbelly, pale yellow sides and a black racing stripe from his upper lip to the end of his tail fins. I named him Earnhart, because he looks like a race car.
But you can call him Dale.