And then there were six . . .

Sometime between 8 a.m. and 5 p.m. Tuesday, our largest fish decided to swim to that great pond in the sky. We came home to find him lying a few inches from the edge of the pond, already being buzzed by flies. He had apparently taken a great leap of faith and missed, completely. And so we are down to six, all of which are probably eight inches long, maybe more. Or perhaps there was a mutiny, and the others decided it was getting a little too crowded in there for a big fish in a small pond. Hope the others survive -- I'd like to see just how big they will get. These are what, four years old? Or is this their fifth summer? Does anyone remember?