We've been having a great visit with my brother, Ken, and sister (in law and heart), Perla. Mostly we've enjoyed visiting and catching up. I've been enjoying my dose of girly-ness which Perla always imparts to me - especially in light of our five months of hard work and grubbing in the garden since our arrival. They even brought me a pretty necklace and earrings and a fabulous purse. Sigh. I finally unpacked my curling iron and put a little curl in my hair.
Anyway, we thought it would be nice to get out for a drive yesterday and opted to take in a tourist stop at Pymatuning Resevoir - known as the place where the "Ducks Walk on the Fish." The upstream side of the spillway is protected from fishing and the carp in there are HUGE. I mean BIG. We're talking ENORMOUS. And with nothing preying on them, they are NUMEROUS.
Ken and Perla
You can't see the fish here but this is a stretch where people come to feed the fish. And birds gotta eat, too, so they congregate above the water. It makes for a real frenzy.
We only took one loaf of bread - such a tiny drop in such a big "bucket".
Me and big brother, Ken
Me and Perla. I love her smile!
At the spillway itself, the competition becomes fierce. Some ducks and gulls loiter here but mostly it's the fish. I was amazed at how the gulls could walk around right at the edge without being swept over it. Surely it's slippery and mossy and that's a lot of water volume spilling non-stop. They were as sure-footed as mountain goats on a ledge.
Perla tried to get Ken going by heading over the railing above the spillway... somehow I was pretty sure she wouldn't do it.
Look at that roiling mass of carp! Incredible... but then throw some bread in and see them really get going...
Fish on fish. A floating island of squirming carp that actually leaves some floundering on top.
It may not be culture or fine art but it is quite a sight. I only wished we'd brought more bread.