The photo on the home page is my yard and koi pond. These are my fish.
Louis is a bit myopic. His eyes look slightly out of focus. I wonder if one can fit a koi with glasses. But, he can see well enough to swim and to spot me when I walk by with food.
Louis is gold and white. He was named for Louis XIV, the Sun King. He’s the oldest fish in the pond, but he’s small. And, he’s a glutton. He’s always the first in line for food.
Shadow Fish is very handsome. He’s gray on top and bright orange on the bottom. He’s also very cautious. He swims below the other koi, watching to see what I will do. He hasn’t trusted me since I thought he had a fish disease called Ich. I caught him and put him in a bucket with fish medicine. He was not amused. And he hasn’t forgotten.
Ghost Fish is Shadow Fish’s mate. She’s light gray and has a girlish koi figure. She likes to flirt with Shadow Fish. She also likes swimming at the surface of the pond. I worry about her getting sunburned. Do fish get sunburned?
Victor-Victoria has a large red V on his/her back. We aren’t sure whether he/she is male or female. I’m going with male. He knows he’s handsome. He swims with authority.
F Minor is the biggest fish in the pond. She’s named F Minor because she has scales… and she’s a fish. Not all koi have scales. Her buddy, F Major, died last year. I hate it when koi die. We have a koi graveyard in our garden.
F Minor isn’t the first in line for food, but she eats the most. She makes me think of an old woman in an easy chair greedily gobbling chocolates.
Antonia used to be Antonio, before we figured out she is female. She’s named Antonia because she wears a black mask and when we bought her I had just seen Antonio Banderas in Zorro. Sorry Antonio. She’s the old lady in the pond and I think she’s the one who spawned last spring.
Then we have the Three Musketeers. They’re babies. We added them to the pond last summer. Tigre is orange with black stripes. Skelator is yellow with a black skeleton on his back. Horton is orange with black – Giants baseball colors. He’s named after a Tigers baseball player from the 1960s.
And finally, there’s the goldfish. Paige won him at a fair 12 years ago. She dumped him in the pond, and we didn’t see him for a year. How long to goldfish live? He’s bloated and misshapen. He swims along beside the koi but doesn’t mingle. He isn’t one of them. I root for him to keep going. I wish I remembered his name.