A Fishy Tail

So, the weekend rolled around, and we decided to was time that Lonesome George, the fish in our pond, was not so lonesome any more.

We headed into town and found a shop in a back street that sold fish.  There was a fair selection, so we had a good look and chose the ones we wanted before heading off for a bit of shopping and stuff.  The new fish would be a bit smaller than George, but the woman in the shop thought they would not be so small in comparison that he would see them as a snack.

Later in the day, I returned to the shop and bought the two fish we had chosen, along with another plant for extra oxygen in the water.

We put the bag holding the fish into the water for a while to let the water temperature equalise.

We opened the back.

The fish entered the pond.

They dived into the deep part.

A bit later, Mrs RC thought she was first one, and then the other being chased by George.

And that is all we have seen of them.

We are hoping that they are still in the deep part of the pond.

Surely George could not have completely eaten both of them in a single day! 

Surely there would have been a few bits floating on the surface if he had?

Either way, we think this might be the end of our attempts to get George a friend or two.  He is either ignoring them or eating them, and both of those defeat the object of the exercise!

Hm....