Wesley, the orange one in the photo, we think Goku, maybe Sanzo, maybe Maddy….they’re still down in the deep dark and overshadowed by the winter cover, but daytime temperatures have been 40-ish and they’re stirring. Water temperature is probably about 36, and they can’t eat til it hits 58, (their stomachs can’t produce heat enough to digest: being cold-blooded their body temp is that of the water)…but they look healthy, and fat.
Ice has melted a bit and we can see the fishes…
by CJ | Jan 25, 2018 | Journal | 4 comments
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Fat is good, if you’re a fish. It’s delicious if you’re a raccoon, etc.
Yep: we left the netting in place during the freeze, and will renew it (it rots over a year’s exposure) come spring. The raccoons can forage over on the riverside. 😉
Yeah, you’re not running a restaurant for raccoons.
Just finished rereading Connie Willis’ “To Say Nothing Of The Dog” where a major plot point revolved around Princes Arjumand getting tossed in the Thames for trying to eat the Colonel’s nacreous ryukin. Needless to say, I thought of a certain Nand C. J. who would probably drop-kick any racoons attempting same into the Spokane . . .
Regarding outdoor kitties, recently Little Brother has been having words of the ‘Get off my lawn!!’ variety with a neighboring cat. Don’t know if the visitor is looking to expand his territory or if he has a lady-friend, but he is getting the riot act read to him nightly. We’ve had guests before; some have been better tolerated (and behaved) than others.