Many Visitors

Last night we had a visitor. Uninvited.

This morning, when I went out to feed the fish, it was unnaturally quiet. Or, I suppose, naturally quiet, since what was silent was the waterfall by the pond that I'd installed myself. On inspection, I determined that something had pulled the hose out of the filter, so the water was now being pumped through the filter back into the pond, instead of up to the waterfall to drain into the pond.

Adding insult to injury, the predator had knocked over and chomped on several of the pond plants. Fortunately, all the fish are intact. They somehow evaded its clutches, whatever it is. I suspect raccoon.

I cleaned and repaired the filter, and now there is once again the lovely unnaturally natural sound of water falling into the pond.

After lunch, Connie summoned me to the back window. A pair of quail were escorting about a dozen baby quail around our backyard planter where I'd spread dove and quail food. The babies were smaller than my fist. Two meals and a tray of appetizers.


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