Archaeology, migraine and the barometric fish…

After celebrating the recovery of Super Trooper, the little fish who swam, it was with a heavy heart that I saw him once again floating upside down in the pond and looking decidedly dead. The pale belly finally showed no sign of the ulcers we had been battling for months… and no sign of life either. But with this fish, we never say die…

I reached for the net to remove the lifeless fish from the pond and grinned as he flipped and swam away. Upside-down he may have to be, but he wasn’t yet ready to give up the ghost.

For the next two days we remained on tenterhooks. On the third day, I stood in the rain, looking for some sign of Trooper. He was not in any of his usual hidey-holes, not under the fronds of the plants… and, with the water so clear, not visible…