My son dug his own fish pond under his bedroom window years ago.
He is a man now, living elsewhere. His pond, of course, is still here.
There is always something going on in it during the warm months.
“Too Many Toads” occurred in it.
There were new eggs. I held them up for this photo.
Black top with white bottom is called countershading, a form of aquatic camouflage.
When I put them back. They rolled over to white side up, which is upside down. Now the fish can see them from below and other predators can spot them from above. I hope this did not lead to their disappearance.
The Parrot Feather actually closes in the evenings.
Some tadpoles survived from the last batch of eggs.
The first waterlily bloom opened this morning.
I love the pond. I miss the boy. I am proud of the man.