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 o...