What a difference a week makes! Air temps are now in the 70s, the snow has melted, the icepack is gone, and water temps have cracked 60! The fish have awakened from their winter torpor, the temptation to feed them almost overwhelmed me, as they came to the top begging – so much for the 30-second goldfish memory myth. Another month must pass before I can be sure of no more cold snaps, so I resisted even Cheerios.
They even exhibited some spawning behavior; Frankie was chasing Mike vigorously.
Here are a couple of quick snaps:
The small fish in the back pond all wintered beautifully.
That’s one big wakin, and I think she’s preggers.
