I’ll begin by saying nothing my husband or I did today was the cause behind my “koi sad”.
We moved the koi into the new pond today. The Red Fans, the twins, were easy. This is them in the old pond. The two… well, red goldfish.
They co-operated. They swam into the bucket. Butter, who is a long-fin lemony yellow koi, swam into the bucket. But… koi are smart. They know wussup and don’t you ever think they don’t. They’re like puppies in that they’ll come to you, and cats in that they’re fucking smart as hell. Believe it.
Oberon, my lemon ogon, decided to swim into the bucket… and then play Alaskan Salmon and jump his happy ass out of the bucket. Five feet straight up in the air and *WHAMMO* down on the rocks.
I’m in the backyard at the time. I’ve never heard my husband yell the word “help” in the eight years I’ve known him. Until today. He’s freaked because he knows I love Obi. I carefully pick Obi up and ease him back into the bucket, checking for missing scales, blood, anything wrong. Nothing, but time will tell.
Oberon is the smallest of our traditional koi and he just jumped five feet in the air. Hoover is easily twice as long as Obi.
“We need a net. A big one.”
We move Oberon and Butter into the pond. This is them. Obi’s on top, Butter on the bottom. I was too worried about Obi to take a pic while they were in the tote, so this is them in the pond.
We tried to move another one (see Rosie’s Boyfriend below). He jumped ten feet, but landed in the pond, thank gods.
Mad dash for the store. I buy the biggest net they had.
We net four of the fish still in the pond. Top three, left to right. Rosie’s boyfriend – he has no name, but his color reminds me of Rosie, Silver/white/black long-fin – he has no name, Habib – because when we got him he had a single orange dot on his head, which has now spread over his whole back. Bottom right would be Rosie. She’s a long-fin, kinda’ tye-dyed looking, hence her name.
*blink* – *check the pond – count – only two fish left in there* I look at the hubs. “We’re missing a fish.”
“No, we’re not. Wait. Are you sure?”
I carry a list of my koi in my wallet – don’t judge – all described in detail. Two left in the pond, four in the tote, four in the new pond.
“Dragon Boy/Loki and Hoover are the only ones left in the small pond. We’re missing a fish.”
“Who?”
“Little Hoover. And I just saw him the other day.”
We searched all the water plants we moved out, we searched all the bushes around the pond in case he jumped. We searched in the bottom of the pond under leaf debris for a corpse, a skull, something, anything. Nothing. And there was nothing I could do but look ten more times and just stop and go ahead and move Hoover and Loki in with their friends. I had to take care of them.
This would be them, in the tote. They get two pics because they’re divas like that. They’re so big. Hoover is around 1.5 feet and Loki isn’t that far behind. He just looks the same size as Hoover because of his fins. Loki’s nickname is Dragon Boy because he looks like a swimming flame.
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At first, the Red Fans were showing everyone around. They got to go in first, so they knew all the best places. That came to and end as soon as Big Daddy Hoover joined the pond. He rules this pond, hands down. They schooled up, played follow the leader a lot, but then spread out and started exploring. Hoover finally shot off across the middle of the pond and everyone else followed behind him. He had to be the one to take the risk, after all. He’s the leader – they followed. They were happy.
I was sad.
Top middle, Hoover Jr.
He and Hoover came out of the same delivery, the one difference being Hoover became a monster and Jr., not so much. (Well, ok, wait. Hoover has a smaller head-splotch than Jr. did, so that’s how I tell them apart in pictures.) It made us so happy to see how much they’re enjoying their new home, but… Jr. wasn’t there to see this move, to feel their joy in having such a bigger, happier home. And we don’t know why. It makes… no sense. *sigh*
So… I have a sad. I’m extremely attached to my fish and not knowing what happened to Jr. is highly upsetting.