Those of you who know me know that I live in a house that is near the water, but at least 200 yards away from it. I am up on a bluff away from direct river access. Earlier tonight, I had a fire in my fire pit. I came home and went to sleep. I woke up with the irrational certanty that my fire was burning the woods down. I had to go and see. My fire was nothing but coals, but before I got there I stumbled across a dead fish.
WTF? Where did the fish come from? It was in the middle of a field, and when I say that I mean it. There was NOTHING around. I am baffeled. A fish? It’s just not possible!
I tossed the fish into the woods for wild animals to dispose of, but the whole thing makes me wonder. How did a FISH, of all things, get into the middle of my meadow???
I live on a lake and we find the remains of some pretty large fish (usually catfish) quite a ways away from the water. We have even bigger birds that carry them away like cranes, blue heron, seagulls and pelicans (I’m about 200 miles away from the ocean). Anyway these fish can be completely intact or skeletized or anywhere in between. But how surreal can you get, tripping over a fish while walking through a meadow in the middle of the night? Now if you had tripped over a chupacabras . . . now that would have been something.