You should video the collection, I'm imagining some equivalent of a canadian daffy duck clip.
More like a cross-over; The Three Stooges meet Kramer from Seinfeld.
Saw another impressive example of goldfish intelligence yesterday, or at least that's how I interpreted it. I had just gotten a cold shower from the new motion-sensor sprinkler, by stepping off the deck to reach something. Stepped into the house for a dry shirt, got distracted by the phone, made a coffee, blah, blah, blah. I stepped to the window to look out at the pond, and sure enough, there was that long-nosed skinny sumbitch standing on the deck (outside of sensor sweep). It looked to me as though he might be able to stab down into the water from the deck if the goldies came too close, as they do for hand-outs.
I charged back to the door and into the yard, sending the would-be thief squawking and flying. I walked down to the pond-side deck and peered into the water.
Not a fish to be seen. The goldies had been gurgling and slurping at the surface when I had been there earlier, but the heron had sent them running. I didn't see one for the rest of the day. This morning, they were back to their normal obsequious selves, begging for food.
Okay, it doesn't exactly qualify them for Mensa membership, but it's difficult not to interpret their action as an indication that they can discern the difference between me and a heron...and further, that they understand the difference. Heron: bad. Me: good.
Pretty impressive, IMHO.
Nighttime temps are in the mid-positive-single digits Celsius lately. Stock tank temps so far have stayed in the mid-teens but today the daytime temp only got up to 13, so out of an abundance of caution I have begun moving the most sensitive fish indoors. What a PITA! l spent a couple hours slowly sifting the Jordanellas out of their tank; they shared it with Bristlenose Plecos who don't tolerate the cold as well as some of my other fish, so they were my first project. Catching the adults is merely inconvenient; finding and catching this year's fry, many of whom are barely a quarter-inch long, is sheer tedious torture.