Over the years I've had various tankfuls and enjoyed them.
|Alewives - kinda cute! Shiners, shining in the sun.|
In 2006, I inherited my parent's home. Our three dime-store feeder goldfish went in my parent's large, two-tier pond.
We moved to Lanark County, and brought Shirley, our remaining fish, with us. Shirley was lonely, and I bought two Shubutkins. Calico and Not Nemo had a grand time with Shirley. Oliver went fishing one day, directly in the fish tank, and scooped out Not Nemo. Back down to two fish. Shirley became ill, and we bought Shirley Two.
|Shirley, Calico and Not Nemo, bless their wee souls|
|Shirley Two and her buddies|
I repaired holes from the field mouse. Put water plants in from the bog. Buy local, or transplant locally. Pretty safe, I thought. Startingly, I ended up with some new fish. They must have been in the muck from the bog plants. Identified by Brock, a real naturalist keener, and one of our Murphys Point Park employees, said they are Alewives, sort of a herring, that truly doesn't belong here. Sigh.
|Look at the orange gills!|
|You can see my wetland plants!|
|They are pretty big!|
|They have gained weight!|
I looked closer and realized that not truly goldfish, these are the size, shape, and form of the Alewives, but with orange colouring. I think there is a Ph.D. research paper here somewhere, but I have sworn not to take any more courses!