“If you built it they will come”
The scene of the orgy.
There is a small (6’ x 11’) pond in my back yard. It’s been there for four years and is the best stress releaser I have other than my purring cats, a margarita, chocolate and an Evanovich book. I can watch the pond for hours.
When I originally built it, I wanted fish and frogs and snails and all those good things so as soon as I could I stocked it with fish. The charts say that 10 fish is optimum for my size pond. The sales lady would only sell me 6. She was quite adamant about it. (Little did I know how smart she was.)
I decided to go back the next spring when she wouldn’t remember me and buy more fish.
That was in August. All was good. We winterized in November and there were still 6 fish. I was ecstatic. Nothing ate them.
We opened up the following spring. There were still 6 fish. All good.
Around July I decided that either my fish were gay or they were all the same sex and I bought two more fish.
Within three days of that purchase I saw 3 half-inch babies (no they couldn’t be from the newbies).
In a few more days, I saw 10 more. Then there were so many that I couldn’t count them. (They don’t hold still for inventory.)
I had 40 fish in my 10-fish pond. My pond is deeper than normal and nature naturally takes care of these things.
I wasn’t worried. I am a good fish mother. I gave them all the sex talk. You know — condom use, waiting for the right relationship. When I opened the pond the following spring there were 25 to 30 fish. No babies that year, at least that I saw.
That baby boom never happened again. I had 4 small fry this year and I was happy. That is until this morning. I looked out to see a fish frenzy in the pond. I was surprised to see them active early in the morning. Hormones!
I may be old but I still recognize flirting and other mating behavior in all species – ducks, birds, frogs, teenagers and yes – fish.
Everything was going on. Wiggly tails to entice, flashing fins to show off. Leaps out of the water (what? do they think they are dolphins?) Couples hiding in corners under rocks. I think there was a threesome too. Oy vay!
I hadn’t seen this kind of orgy since the first year. Beloved husband will be shocked.
Sushi anyone?
I need me some of that action!
(No, we don’t eat anything we name!)
Views and Mews by Coffee Kat 
Very funny, Kate. I love koi ponds. If we put the pond in our lanai, that might work. Outside of the screened-in pool, however, it would be a buffet for every Sandhill Crane, Great Blue Heron, Rosetta Spoonbill, etc. that hangs around the pond in the back.
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We get the occasional blue heron here but they don’t seem to like my pond. They do fish at the neighbor’s pond. So far we haven’t lost any fish to predators.
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Toooo funny, thanks for the laughs this morning, MJ
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those fishes are asexual. Too funny.
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I always enjoy your voyeuristic posts. We all have our vicarious pleasures. 🙂
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A fishy story altogether…
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Well, it has been a long hard winter and now that spring has sprung it’s time to get frisky…or fishy.
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Were any of the fish leaning back on one fin and smoking a cigarette? That would be a sure sign.
Loved this post-laughed out loud!
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I have to check on that one but I think I saw an empty wine glass in there.
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Maybe you’ve been playing too much Barry White 🙂
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No wonder you find that pond so fascinating Kate! And so glad you shared the whole orgy thing with us and your joy in the rare whippersnappers in the making and then emerging. Your pond is delightful and so is this post! 🙂
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Woohoo for the threesome! It’s so sweet really. In this big bad world we can hardly find ONE person willing to deal with us and the fish found two.
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Well, since you put it that way….
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Your pond is GORGEOUS!
So are your flirtatious fish!
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The pond is beautiful. I’d stare at it for hours too. Oy vay is right. You’re going to need another pond. The family’s grown too much. And by the sound of it, you’re going to have to hire another nanny soon.
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I’m going to hire one of the nuns I had in Catholic school! There is nothing like a nun to ruin the “romantic” mood.
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That’ll do it for sure:)
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Laughing – sounds like you have created a romantic experience out there – without any old Barry White records..
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OMG! With Barry White I’d have to put contraceptives in the water!
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Your pond is beautiful – wish we had one. The giant dog water bowl doesn’t have the same appeal – but the birds enjoy it…they use it – the dog drinks out of the birdbath…oh, but a pond would be so nice!
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It is and everything drinks out of it — squirrels, groundhogs, chipmunks, deer, ducks. Everything except my one cat that goes outside who doesn’t go near it.
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