Such a prescient, beautiful sentiment.

Tuesday, 24 August 2010

A battle With Nature.

In Mourning.

This ugly, though protected and loved by many, murdering sod has chosen to decimate my small pond which has seen it's beautiful collection of gorgeous coloured small fish, numbering around forty, reduced to barely a handful. Amongst the losses was a large yellow patriarch that had survived several "visits" over six years. Yesterday evening I had covered the pond temporarily with chicken wire. On looking out of the window at the killer's favourite hour of dusk, there it was. Large as life squatting at the edge of the now protected pool and on the non-easy take off path. Out we all charged, led by the Doberman and Mrs OR with a large stick. The Dobie went past this massive target at too high a speed to spot it. The creature sort of looked puzzled and then realised there was a rear guard. It now attempted to do a jump jet take off only to become entangled in the willow branches above and fall, in a canopy of massive wingspan, back to the ground. Now Mrs OR was right on it but knew not what to do. It then launched forward and upward with barely enough flying speed,  eventually  gaining momentum only to ricochet off the ancient Bramley directly in it's path. Stunned it kept flapping and once more gained height and began a curving, climbing trajectory up and away into the clear sky.
Now it is suggested that such a fright would deter it from returning but this afternoon I saw it or a close relative circle the house. I no longer know if it is still intent on clearing the pond of my poor little fish or is acting with malevolence towards all of us!
You might find them a lovely creature of nature but for me it's a murdering bastard!


  1. Half a league, half a league,
    Half a league onward,
    All in the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.
    "Forward, the Light Brigade!
    "Charge for the guns!" he said:
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    "Forward, the Light Brigade!"
    Was there a man dismay'd?
    Not tho' the soldier knew
    Someone had blunder'd:
    Theirs not to make reply,
    Theirs not to reason why,
    Theirs but to do and die:
    Into the valley of Death
    Rode the six hundred.

    By god I wished could of seen it.

  2. Auch OR so sorry to hear about the fish. For a similar reason I got rid of my wee pond a few years ago. Never found the guilty devils though.

    I've no idea what you can do other than net it. Keep us informed won't you.

  3. Bless you, Subrosa. I still have a handful which I will guard with the passion normally reserved for socialists about their useless dogma! Charge of the Light Brigade, indeed!

  4. Sorry to learn about the loss of your fish OR ..

    Not trying to teach you to suck eggs .. but have you tried placing a life-sized plastic Heron alongside your pond ?

    This will discourage the real thing from approaching, if they think another Heron is "in residence" ..

    Good luck in preserving the remaining fish .. just be careful you don't fall foul of the RSPCA or RSPB Investigation Branch ..

  5. Thanks, Captain H. A "resident" Heron has been considered and might well appear.

  6. Some of the plastic/fibre glass Herons which I've seen in various Garden Centres are very realistic indeed ..

    The other thing which occurred to me was the stretching of marked wires, at varying heights, between trees etc to obstruct flight-paths ..

    If done sympathetically, they shouldn't spoil the look of Mrs OR's garden too much ..

  7. The cross wire system has good reviews and thank you for the input, Captain.

  8. I would be rather careful of cornering it. They have very sharp beaks - mother once saw one dispose of a seagull by stabbing it clean through!!!

  9. Micro, yup, they look pretty fearsome. My sole remaining fish are traumatised!