Last night after work, after working and then running errands and then picking up a rotisserie chicken since I was absolutely lazy and it was hot and I did not want to cook , and then dropping off a thank you card for our niece, who took care of the house while we were away, I got home, changed into cool non-work clothes, and made my way out back.
WHERE I FOUND OUR POND EMPTY! Ok, nearly..there was maybe an inch of water in the bottom, where the poor, stressed out goldfish were huddled hoping things didn't get any worse than they already were.
Which they didn't, because I immediately filled it back up, tried to figure out what had happened, and came to the conclusion that the fountain piece, which is a glorified tube that sticks up and burbles out water via a pump in the bottom of the pond, had been knocked over by a big bird who'd landed for a drink and maybe a bath. And that knocked over tube had reached over the edge of the pond and just pumped away until there was only an inch of water left for the little fish.
Because those birds? Love water. And those birds? Are big and clumsy.
Once I'd pieced together what I imagined happened, I began to water the garden. And to thank goodness for mulch, lots of it, that hubby had spread out before he went on the Great National Park Tour and Soccer Tournament Expedition of 2011.
In spite of mulching, plants are still struggling right now. It's in the 90's and is supposed to remain there for another week. With no rain in sight.
This morning, at 7 a.m., it was already hot. And the day? Is just getting warmed up. Literally.
WHERE I FOUND OUR POND EMPTY! Ok, nearly..there was maybe an inch of water in the bottom, where the poor, stressed out goldfish were huddled hoping things didn't get any worse than they already were.
Which they didn't, because I immediately filled it back up, tried to figure out what had happened, and came to the conclusion that the fountain piece, which is a glorified tube that sticks up and burbles out water via a pump in the bottom of the pond, had been knocked over by a big bird who'd landed for a drink and maybe a bath. And that knocked over tube had reached over the edge of the pond and just pumped away until there was only an inch of water left for the little fish.
Because those birds? Love water. And those birds? Are big and clumsy.
Once I'd pieced together what I imagined happened, I began to water the garden. And to thank goodness for mulch, lots of it, that hubby had spread out before he went on the Great National Park Tour and Soccer Tournament Expedition of 2011.
In spite of mulching, plants are still struggling right now. It's in the 90's and is supposed to remain there for another week. With no rain in sight.
This morning, at 7 a.m., it was already hot. And the day? Is just getting warmed up. Literally.
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