Our Last Introduction....

Well, up to this point we thought we had introduced you to every living creature on Red Pony Ranch (except no picture of Jake the cat yet), but then we realized that the trough needed to be cleaned and we remembered the goldfish! So Frank and I bucketed out the trough until it was about three inches deep, then we went goldfish hunting.


Here's what we found! Actually, we stared with 6 feeder goldfish just about three years ago now, so I guess a 50% survival rate isn't too bad. It strikes me funny that in three years, though, they haven't made any little baby goldfish, unless of course they ate them. I asked Frank the mathematician what the odds were that all three goldfish were the same sex and he said 25%. He knows about this kind of stuff.


Of course we had the usual supervision of field activities, led by Daisy. Momma donkey was watching more warily from a short distance away. I was glad Daisy was content to play with the water out of the hose rather than go bobbing for goldfish in the bucket.


So once the goldfish were securely out of the trough, Frank scrubbed away. We didn't want to use bleach like we do in the barn and more temporary water receptacles for the goldfish's sake, so we went with just good old elbow grease and lots of rinsing.


Once the trough was about 1/3 full, I lowered their bucket in so they could swim out but they seemed to like it in there. So I figured they might like a little shelter, so Frank put a good rock in there and now they have a little fish-cave to play in. Hopefully Daisy doesn't fish it out!!