I haven't taken any more fish out this afternoon. Bill put a high volume air line into the water and within a few minutes they had left the surface. We talked for a while and he agrees to cut down on the numbers. The past couple of days were a sad experience for him also. So far I have only found 8 dead, but they were larger, older fish. The ones that I took to the other pond were also larger, older fish (which doesn't seem to promote being big and old).
I just ate a salad made entirely of vegetables that I grew and it was a mental as well as physical experience. For some reason, everything that I grow tastes extraordinarily good (if it is capable of tasting good. I don't think that eggplant has a choice), and this salad was great. As I ate it, I started thinking about how well I did this (grew food), and by the last bite I was feeling radically agrarian - "I can grow food, I can grow food that tastes good, and I never have to spend money at the grocery store again".
Well, that plate is gone and I'm still hungry, but fortunately there is a convenience store nearby. I'll probably start living on food that I grow in a few weeks, when I have some vegetables saved up.