Porcelain Bird Stakes
Hand made birds great in the garden
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
The Studio Gallery Show URBAN CAUSALTY
Red Bird Box
Cockatoo Feather Box
Black Bird Box
Urban Casualty Family Box
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Dead Gold Fish Lives Again
Friday
Dogs fed, inside and outside birds fed and the pond fish fed. Checked the pond leaf trap and found one of my original tank gold fish dead. He swam into the leaf filter and was now too large to survive the small space of the filter. I was very sad as I lifted him out. Holding him in my hand I looked at him and he seemed to have turned a dark brown color over brilliant gold scales that he once wore in the pond. Who knows how old he is….five, six, seven years old. I have a hard time remembering the ages of fish, dogs, birds and kids. I have had him for a long time. I walked around the garden with this good size fish in my hand looking for a place to bury him. The thought of throwing him in the garbage wasn’t a fitting gesture for him or any of my creatures. I found the perfect place among the bed of lilies. The thought “fish fertilizer” came to mind as I dug the earth around the lilies… they will thrive and grow from my beautiful gold fish. I will see him again in the lilies next spring.
Sunday
Dogs fed, inside and outside birds fed and the pond fish fed. Checked the leaf trap and found only leaves. As I walked my garden looking at the latest flowers that bloomed, traces of night insect visitors and the resident rats damage to the bird feeders, I noticed a large hole in the lily bed. The fish was missing. Fox the furry, black dog had dug the fish up and ate it.
The fish lives again not as the “Spring Lilies” but walking around in another energy being…my dog Fox.
Dogs fed, inside and outside birds fed and the pond fish fed. Checked the pond leaf trap and found one of my original tank gold fish dead. He swam into the leaf filter and was now too large to survive the small space of the filter. I was very sad as I lifted him out. Holding him in my hand I looked at him and he seemed to have turned a dark brown color over brilliant gold scales that he once wore in the pond. Who knows how old he is….five, six, seven years old. I have a hard time remembering the ages of fish, dogs, birds and kids. I have had him for a long time. I walked around the garden with this good size fish in my hand looking for a place to bury him. The thought of throwing him in the garbage wasn’t a fitting gesture for him or any of my creatures. I found the perfect place among the bed of lilies. The thought “fish fertilizer” came to mind as I dug the earth around the lilies… they will thrive and grow from my beautiful gold fish. I will see him again in the lilies next spring.
Sunday
Dogs fed, inside and outside birds fed and the pond fish fed. Checked the leaf trap and found only leaves. As I walked my garden looking at the latest flowers that bloomed, traces of night insect visitors and the resident rats damage to the bird feeders, I noticed a large hole in the lily bed. The fish was missing. Fox the furry, black dog had dug the fish up and ate it.
The fish lives again not as the “Spring Lilies” but walking around in another energy being…my dog Fox.
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