It kills me that even though there are such great things with ponds that don't have to do with the fish, that you've built such a sweet place, and haven't gotten hooked into the fish.
It's coming. Who can get to Brettski for a crash course on fishing his pond?
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
