I didn't bother to winterize my pond because I didn't think any of my fish had survived the autumn. My backyard is apparently a hotspot of feline abduction activity, and as the weather got cooler, the number of residents in my pond dwindled down to, I thought, zero.
'No point in emptying it,' I thought, 'when I'll have to clean it again in the spring anyway.' So I unplugged the waterfall pump and the filter, and let the leaves fall in and the ice form and the snow pile up, sometimes as much as two feet of it atop the frozen surface.
The spring thaw brought a big surprise along with it: a lone surviving comet goldfish, full of life and happily darting around in the water. I feel mildly guilty for not knowing he was in there, but also amazed and honestly a little creeped out that he managed to survive. We plugged the filter and the pump back in and started dredging the leaves out, none of which seems to faze him one bit. We started out calling him the zombie fish, but somewhere along the line he got re-dubbed Shaun, Fish of the Dead.
Just my luck, after all this, it's going to be cleaning out the pond for spring that does him in. ("Ack! Clean water - my nemesis!" *thud*)( picCollapse )