A Cost of Rain

The pond is kind of sad at the moment. I'm infusing oxygen in several ways but may be too slow. I've spent most of the day on a project with an 8 PM deadline, but on breaks have netted 17 large catfish (black colored with faces like whales - but I can't remember their name). My niece took them to a friend's very large, and almost empty pond. They'll love it. It's in a big pasture. They can run free and chase rabbits. A few minutes ago I almost took the air compressor out of the shop and used it to force air into the water. Now that I am over that particular frenzied thought I realize that this is the result of something that Bill and I have sort of argued about for a couple of years. He wants more fish, all the time. I think we should allow the fish to seek their own level - no daily feeding and stop the hyper-oxygenation that combined, lead to population explosions. Obviously no one is ever (at this time) going to actually use the pond as a food source. I'm sure there are plenty of people who would like to, but the only people we allow on the place (friends) aren't really interested. It's a nice place to congregate, but fishing is work. Anyway, we need to lower the population or it will be lowered for us is my opinion. And that is an awful thing to watch.