He dug a hole in a modified peanut shape, lower at one end so that it was easy to clean. He lined it with thick plastic and installed a pump to aerate the water. Then he built a decorative wall along the back and planted some flowers. It was nice to hear the water burble. The cats and racoons in the neighborhood, as well as the frogs and turtles, stopped by for a sip. Or, a dip.
We had an assortment of goldfish, who tended to grow and grow in the large pond. One time, after a very heavy rain where the streets flooded, the fish swam onto the slate patio. We scooped them into a bucket until the water receded.
We didn’t really know what to do with the fish in the winter. One year, we brought them inside, but they kept jumping out of the fish tank. My dad had to lay a screen over it to keep them in.
We decided to let them over-winter in the pond. Actually, I think it worked out all right for them. The top of the pond froze, but since one end was deeper, the fish hung out there.
I’m not sure where I’m going with this: Downsizing is hard to do? You can tell a big fish in a little pond by the waffle marks on his head? I know! No matter what size it is, your pond is your ocean. And it’s nice to share.