Yeehaw! Another half-year of winter has come and gone, and the Goldies spent it basking in the luxury of their basement tank in the fishroom. I lost one of them, one of those mysterious and unheralded deaths that caught me somewhat off guard, but generally speaking they did great. They'll be moving into the inground pond in a couple weeks.
Today, with the last major drifts of snow melting in the yard, I spent the day placing and filling the stock tanks and beginning to prepare them for the summer. It tends to be a fairly muddy, messy job, as the snowmelt that pools on my yard is pumped out into the field in the same corner of the yard where the stock tanks are located. This means that setting each tank in place and getting it levelled is not a dry, comfy endeavour.
All the tanks are now filled with snowmelt. This very soft, neutral-pH water will be mixed 50/50 with my hard, somewhat alkaline well water before the fish go outside, in order to minimize any shocks to the fish during transfer. I drip-acclimate...actually, more like bucket-acclimate...all the fish from the basement when they go outside. But the tanks are first filled to the brim with the meltwater just to fully weight them and allow them to settle into place, allowing me to check and, if necessary, adjust the level before moving in any fish. Tomorrow I will move a number of flowerpots containing Cattail tubers from the now-thawed inground pond where they overwinter and back into the stocktanks. Shortly after that my water lily tubers will come outside from the dark corner of the basement fishroom.
It's not strictly fun...but it's a task that is filled with and accompanied by lots of anticipation as I look ahead to the summer outdoor breeding season.

That pasture behind the tanks is now alive with a huge number of Boreal Chorus Frogs, who were joined today by the first few Wood Frogs. During the day, they're loud; when nights become a bit warmer than they are now (still below freezing most nights) the chorus of frogs after dusk will drown out normal speech and require raising one's voice to be heard. That will last for several weeks in early May.
My wife becomes a bit fed up after the first few such nights; I am secretly pleased...
