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Tales From the Pond. Awaiting the birth of baby robins. It seems a mother robin has built a nest in one of our huge spruce trees but at eye level so that we can see. She is totally devoted at this point and sits with her eggs protecting the nest like a good mother bird, day in and day out. Tis mating season for our fish in the Pond. Now with all 35 fish in the pond, if we start to have a few new baby fish it appears that we will have to begin transferring some of the fish to the top pond to make room for.

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Tales From the Pond. Awaiting the birth of baby robins. It seems a mother robin has built a nest in one of our huge spruce trees but at eye level so that we can see. She is totally devoted at this point and sits with her eggs protecting the nest like a good mother bird, day in and day out. Tis mating season for our fish in the Pond. Now with all 35 fish in the pond, if we start to have a few new baby fish it appears that we will have to begin transferring some of the fish to the top pond to make room for.

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