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i am like that rare solitary koi
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before the rest of my school darts to my side
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i can be a fish
April 15, 2010 by ybonesy
i am like that rare solitary koi
before the rest of my school darts to my side
i can be a fish
Posted in 25 Things, Animals & Critters, Family, Fotoblog, Life, Love, Nature, Photography, Relationships | Tagged fish, images of fish, koi, motherhood, musings, solitude, the ways in which fish and people are alike, time alone | 13 Comments
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Oh thank you! Enjoyed so much!
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Alas, poor Timmy, my sister’s friendly parakeet. He, too, like the koi, was social. He wanted to join the fish in the aquarium which sat near his cage and play-pen in my sister’s bedroom. The beautiful tropical fish were his only companions during the daytime, when the humans were away. There was a plate of glass that covered the top of the house the fish lived in, and although he was free to observe his room-mates from his perches and swing or even by walking on the glass ceiling of their home, Timmy wanted to join them! So, one fateful day, Timmy pushed and pushed on the glass that separated him from his friends. The deed was done! The glass fell to the floor and Timmy was in the water. Only the fish saw his last struggle, and who knows what they thought.
We mourned, my sister and I, because we had not been there to save our friend.
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I loved everything about this one!!!
yb…I’m seeing a Mother and Wife…
…and yet great political potential 😉
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Was it the “i can be a fish” that closed the deal on the political prowess, Heather? 8)
Holy moly, Marylin, what a story!!! Poor Timmy! And poor you and your sister for having to discover him, and the fish for having to witness it. But do you think it was social? Maybe parakeets have some tropical instinct to eat fish? Nah, probably not, but wow, to go to the length of wanting to get into the water with the fish. You must include this incident in your memoirs.
Thanks, CC, for dropping by. I always love hearing from you (and everyone else, for that matter).
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Beautiful photos. I loved this.
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ybonesy, I read this a few minutes ago in the silence of the morning, right after my Writing Practices. It’s so calm and interior. A different side of you. Beautiful photographs. And I can hear your insides trying to make sense of everything that’s happened since Easter weekend. It’s poetry in motion. The photos remind me of the koi in the pond at Ghost Ranch. It followed me around for a time, felt so peaceful to have its presence there. These photos have the same feel. Everything turns.
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Ah, the koi at Ghost Ranch, QM. That was an amazing conversation between you and the fish. I wonder if you are a fish whisperer in the way Jim talks to some animals. It sure did respond to you.
Thanks for the note, and you, too, Jude. Quiet reflection these days.
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Hey,
Really good photos; I rather liked the contrast of colours. And man, is that a clean pond.
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Yes, nice post and pictures. Fish have an organ running the length of their bodies to feel waves, the liquid pulses schools send out, so they sense each other swimming. It’s cool to think of them swimming together, all in tune, along the length of their bodies.
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What a great series. Something unsettling about these.
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Nice piece ybonesy. Lately, more and more, I am seeing that animals of all types are individuals. They are not just driven by instinct, but there is some decision making in their lives. I really became aware of this when I had my parrot and how he seemed to have his own unique personality and behavior, different from other parrots of his same species. When I see his kind in the wild here, I think about him always and I think about these individual birds and their lives. It gets somewhat mind boggling at times.
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Thanks, all. Clean pond? With all those elm seeds floating in it, not so sure about that. (And then later in spring, it fills up with cotton.)
Ben, I wonder if we have that same ability to sense others besides us but perhaps don’t tune into our senses. Too many distractions. I know my husband has a physical sense; he is an empathetic guy, knows how others are feeling. My littlest one seems to have picked up that ability.
MM, you are so right. Gosh, animals are so much like us, with their individual personalities.
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Well.. here they’re all mostly blanketed by a layer of algae and dirt.
oh I’m a city boy, what would I know about ponds.
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