fish rescue (not too late)
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.07.05
Both of the tiny skinny fishes are responding well to having been plucked from starvation. I looked in on them tonight and saw fat fish.
Well, not fat. But they're no longer paper thin. More like tiny paper envelopes with a ball bearing tucked into each. In particular, I'm pleased that the one fish that was nearly too weak to swim has been eating.
Whew!