Walking along the shore of a small pond at the hospital in Mandeville yesterday, I noticed a school of these small fish following me. When I stopped they would line up along the shore a couple feet out.
When I moved -- sat down, or got up -- it didn't phase them. When I threw a piece of grass or a leaf into the water, they thrashed toward it. They had obvious become used to being fed from the shore. But when a car door slammed about 50 feet away, they were spooked. Though it only took them about 20 seconds to get up enough nerved to return.
Several hours later when a violent thunderstorm filled the pond quickly and was bending trees to the ground with its windy strength, I was thinking about how their thoughts were running
--steve buser
1 comment:
What a funny story. We know of a couple of ponds with fish like that, always begging for goodies. Some slap their tails on the water to get attention.
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