A cautionary tale
This morning Mr Uhdd found, not one, not two but four of our six golden Orfe floating belly up in the pond.
We’ve had the pond (and the Orfe ) for eight years, it gives us a enormous amount of pleasure ( there are lots of pond related posts, filed under ‘pond life’ in my sidebar).
We think they have succumbed to low oxygen levels in the water, the weather has been exceptionally dry since April, with high temperatures, we were caught off guard.
I fed them yesterday morning and I didn’t notice anything untoward, all though with hindsight, I think only four came up for food, but I can’t be sure.
The small fish in the pond seem unaffected (and there are scores of them) which is a relief, because at first I feared they’d all been poisoned in some way. The Orfe were 18-20 ins long and the one we weighed was 3lb 3oz, they were a gift for favours rendered, I’m sure they would have been expensive to buy 8 years ago when they were much smaller, goodness knows what they’d cost to replace now. But that’s not the point, I’m left with that heavy feeling, like when we’ve had a fox strike in the chicken run; that I’ve let them down.
By lunch time the remaining two had floated to the surface.
(originally we had eight, one jumped out of the pond (as they are prone to do, during the first few weeks, we found it flapping in the yard, we tried a bit of resuscitation, but to no avail and a second one died of ‘natural causes’ last year. I wonder if their age played a part in this, I don’t know how old they were or how long the species normally lives.)
It was a mistake to serve smoked salmon at lunch time, it was a Tesco’s ‘special offer’, it was wet, flaccid; gross and too much like the fish we’d hauled out of the pond. And I don’t think my idea for a car sticker went down too well, ‘Fish Die in Hot Ponds’. I’d best tag this post I think, for other fish in need.