On a good day, our fish pond pot looks like this:
Last week, after several long days of below freezing temperatures, it looked like this:
This was after I'd taken a hammer to the 5 inches of ice on the surface. And after pressure from the ice had cracked the pot, leaving a very small amount of rapidly freezing water at the very bottom.
I was sure that our two fish hadn't survived.
But there, from the very, very bottom, I found them. Still kicking. er, swimming.
I don't know what kind they are, but when we picked their great grand-daddies out at the fish store 15 years ago, the lady called them 'toughies'. How appropriate.
