And while Jane and I have been too under the weather to go out and fuss with it, putting food in to bait it, the koi have gone over it. It moves, from hour to hour, mostly along the bridge, and at least once or twice a day one of the koi gets into it just for the heck of it, because they’re curious sorts. Ari is so large she sort of fills it. Banichi, who is actually one of our younger ones, gets in and I get a look at his sides, which of course one rarely sees on a koi—he’s black with a bit of silver, more silver, when you see him from the side. Maddy has tried it. But the ones who have tried it, keep trying it. Koi are a fish that is just nosy and into things, and they actually seem to have a sense of play—visiting various places of interest, getting pounded by the waterfall—going to the place they’re commonly fed, going to visit the various lilies. I’m sure possible edible things collect there, but it’s also just places to get into things. And I think the bubble amuses them. It moves. It’s not threatening. It’s a Thing. A Place. They don’t have to be bribed. It’s a curiosity to them, and they get into it and things are weird, I’m sure, so they come back, once they figure how to do it. I think they move it like a Ouija board—just everybody nosing it or being in it, or just creating currents around it. But it is a lot of fun. I like looking out and seeing where it’s gotten to now or who’s in it. We have yet to get a picture, but we will.