Well, we are less than 24 hours without goats and the withdrawl symptoms hit Ken. Actually, it was just lucky timing. We have a pond that has been a money pit. It got all gunked up with gloppy, gross crud including a floating crust. Ken hired a smiling tractor guy to dig it out and the ensuing stench left the air nearby smelling worse than a sewer for nearly a month. That was nearly a decade ago. Then, Ken looked into getting grass carp.
Grass Carp are a regulated fish because they eat virtually anything that does not eat them first – which makes them a hazard to all other fish because they eat literally everything and then the native fish die. Ken invited the Division of Wildlife folks out and he filled out a bunch of forms. Then, the idea got sidetracked and the fish never arrived.
Well, yesterday he got the call and he was like an adoptive parent receiving word of a new baby. Today, he dashed out to pick up the new babies. They are now several years old and 18-20 inches long. They are sterile fish, so it is unlikely I will look out there and see a school of them. Then again, with our luck….
Supposedly, the fish will clean the pond within a year. I’ll try to do a follow up as the pond progresses. The biggest concerns are namely that the fish will get snagged by eagles or hawks, or just die, and secondly, that they will clean that pond so clean that Ken and Ben will skinny-dip in there. The second risk is the most worrysome to wildlife officials. Anyway, we have put fish into this pond before. None have thrived. The pond expert took a sample of the goop out of the pond and said it was a veritable delicatessen for grass carp. I guess we’ll see.
I wonder if the fish messed in the back of Ken’s car. I’ll probably mention it the next time we go somewhere. Something like, “Wow, this car stinks…like FISH!” To which Ken will have a coronary and probably give an impressive tirade using various adjectives which are rarely used to describe goats. Then again, maybe they ARE commonly used to describe goats.