When the world finally sees sense and appoints me President For Life, there are going to be some big changes around here. Obviously high on the list will be the introduction of paid knitting/crochet leave for all workers, and free access to yarn for the under-paid. But there’ll also be some wildlife-friendly initiatives introduced within the first nanosecond or two of my iron-fisted forever-tenure.
First of all, every garden will be mandated by law to include at least one wildlife pond. Those of you who’ve been here awhile will know about my long obsession with freshwater life, and how I dug a pond in our garden a couple of years ago.
And then I designed and knitted a picture of a watery habitat…
But you know that saying, “A woman can never have too many wildlife ponds”? No? Oh, possibly that’s because I just made it up, but once I’m President For Life, it’ll be a phrase that you’ll hear all the time. Like most wildlife ponds, ours had a strict NO FISH policy.
…which meant that we soon had plenty of other wildlife.
And yet, like anyone else who spent their childhood dipping a net into a stream or lake, I do rather love our feisty, quirky, little native fish, especially three-spined sticklebacks. And the twinnage were keen to get some fish. Who am I to deny a determined pair of nine-year-olds? You can probably guess where all this is going.
The Stoic Spouse raised only token objections when I made the case for digging up yet more of the lawn. (It’s only three months since I made these raised beds on the grass, for the purpose of growing food. In case you’re in need of an update, dinner is growing well, and will be ready in a couple of months’ time. Please do help yourselves to snacks whilst you wait.) Like you, the Stoic Spouse could see where all this was going. First, I cut and rolled back the turf.
And then I began to dig.
This is a small pond, so I had it done within a couple of hard-working afternoons. Yes, I still need to sort out the edges, and fill the thing with plants. But it’s on its way.
Tomorrow, the sticklebacks arrive (from a responsible breeder). In case you’ve not had the pleasure, they look like this:-
And the males build small nests, into which they woo their gravid mates. I might be a tiny bit excited…