I feel very sorry for pond fish in weather as cold as this. They cluster at the bottom of the pond and every so often Sandra, the athletic one with the blonde head, wiggles her tail, powers herself up and takes a leap out of the pond, to splash back into the water and glide down to the bottom again. I would love to know if she does it because she's spied a tiny fly (unlikely in this weather), or to keep warm. Or maybe she just enjoys showing off. I've heard that in cold weather, a pond fish's metabolism slows down and they become torpid. Nobody told Sandra that. That's her, bottom centre of the photo.
A tatty little fox came in this morning to drink from the icy pond. It saw me and scarpered, which was a shame, because shortly afterwards, I chucked out a piece of stale cake. The crows got to it first. Survival of the fittest - and fastest.
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