ArKay,
Have you ever driven around out in the countryside where you live and observed the plants that are living in your climate naturally, in the wild?
Why not plant those specimens in your pond and then you would be assured that they would survive your winter weather.
I understand that many people like to introduce the nicest looking plants from a garden shop, but I speculate that this practice isn't always the best policy. If you went out in the wild and grabbed some volunteers and put them in your pond, they would already be used to your climate, they would be natural and come back next spring I would expect. This is what I plan to do with my system.
Sincerely, why not allow nature to work with you, plants and fish alike, so that your pond emulates nature as close as possible? I think you would have a lot less work and trouble if you let nature take control of it for you. OK, this may not work on a small scale, but has anyone tried it? I know most of you are raising Koi or other goldfish (minnows) but has anyone ever set out to make an all natual pond according to your local climate and native fishes?
I am totally serious with this idea, I have been pondering it in the back of my mind for a while.
I came up with the idea about 30 years ago. Ha Ha! No joking, though. Seriously, I was about 7-10 years old and loved my aquariums. I caught wild, native fish from the lakes and rivers here and put those fish in my aquarium. It was fascinating to watch them grow!
I am talking about catfish and even GAR! Hey, they are exotic. Well, they are prehistoric and weird anyway.
I had a baby gar that was 1.2 to 1.4 inches long when I found him in a shallow puddle in the river. I scooped him up and took him home and raised him to be 5-6 inches long. I would shoot pigeons in the wild to feed him, but the grain elevator operators started poisoning the grain to get rid of the pigeons and I fed my pet gar some of that contaminated pigeon meat. He died and I was angry.
But, it was fun to watch him grow and thrive for that long.
I would take a small piece of meat, liver or heart from the pigeon and run a needle and thread through it so that it was right at the end of the thread. Then, I would hang that in the water and let the scent of the fresh blood make its way about the tank.
The GAR would eventually catch whiff of this blood and come a lookin'. He would spot the bait hanging there and then go into "stealth mode". He would not run up and grab the meat, he would plan an attack. The gar would slowly ascend and maneuver towards the meat on the thread. Almost like a driftwood log. Using his little pectoral fins, he would gracefully propel his way through the aquarium and position his snout right along side the meat. He would rest there for a while and just eyeball it. Then, when he thought the time was right, he would twist his entire body and thrash around and grab the entire chunk of meat and snap down on it and then roll and kick like the shark in the moview JAWS! As a matter of fact, I think I named him jaws. That would be about right, 1975. I would have been 9 years old that summer.
Do any of you have that vivid of a memory from when you were 9 years old? Even 16? How about 18 or 21? Nah, me neither. This one left a lasting impression on me, the little garfish that ate from my hands. I will not forget that experience, not as long as I live. It sounds very simple, but it was God's design in action and I was watching it! Experiencing it, living it!
Of course, I have to admit that I was a great fan of Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom and Jacques Cousteau and the ship Calypso.
Enjoy my freinds!
Gordy