These WERE are beloved fish. Alder, Kingston, and I made it a weekly activity to walk up to the downtown square and feed the fish. We loved counting the fish (there must have been 50 of them), picking out all the orange ones, the yellow ones, the red ones, and even the white ones with blue spots. The fish mesmerized the boys. I enjoyed so much walking up there with them, using the experience to talk about floating, sinking, swimming, and picnicking on the surrounding grounds in the new sunlight of the season. For two weeks in a row now, the fish pond has been vandalized and most all the fish have been killed. Reports say that some of the fish had their heads cut off and whole peanut shells and massive amounts of bread were the other deadly "weapons" used. Really? I mean really? Twice?
After the first weekend it happened, we took a family walk early that next week to see the "scene of the crime" and to send the "sick" fish our well wishes and hopes for a "quick recovery" only to arrive and witness 2 more Koi die right in front of us. Can we say traumatic?
Alder kept asking me, "Mama, why is that fish dancing like that on the water?" "Mama, why is that fish now stoped dancing and is floating on the water?"
"Alder that fish is really sick and hey, look over there, I think I see a black cricket with red stripes on its back! (yes, we do have crickets that look like that and are about as big as Kingston's hand. We call them chernobyl crickets.) Go see if you can catch it!"
So as we mourn of fish friends and feel deeply sorry for the parents of kids who would do such a "crime", we wish you all a Happy Friday!
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