Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Feeding Fish With My Friend Feather
Feather likes to help me feed the bream and catfish in our small pond. If I strike out across the yard with a slice or two of bread in my hand, she's my shadow. We sit on the edge of the dock and our routine begins...
Three or four bread bits for the fish, one for feather, three or four bits for the fish, one for feather. Should I mess up on the count (in the fishes favor) she gently nudges me or may take my wrist in her mouth and gently squeeze while...mumbling some dogginess that I always take to mean something like, " I adore you supreme being, I am your fawning servant...bread please"
Of all the dogs I have been blessed to know, this one truly adores me. If I grab Flounder's massive head in my hands and tell him how wonderful he is, Feather will come running up and shove him aside so that she has all my attention all the while "talking" to me in her doggy way.
Yesterday, Feather and I made our sojourn down to the dock. The Bull frogs squeaked and hopped into the clear water as we approached and a green heron screeched away into the willows. I was taking a mental health day from work which turned into a remodel your buns off day, but enough of that.
The highlight of our pond visit was a gift of the dropping pond level. It's easier to see the fish now as they are more concentrated. I love watching fish the way many of you love watching your birds and can do it for embarrassingly long stretches. I was pretty stoked to see not just the usual crowd of big bluegills, but a bunch of big catfish from my stocking attempts in '04.
The cats were deeper, but feeding hard on the bread and I made a mental note to get some fingerling catfish chow from the feed store. The bream were popping bread at the surface pretty hard and I got to thinking about dusting off an old flyrod up in the barn loft.
Now if I can just tie a fly that looks like a crust of Wonder Bread...
Posted by R.Powers at 7:37 PM