Mother Nature's healing power

I haven't checked the horse trough for a couple of days (fish don't eat as often during winter layover), so it was a bit of a surprise to see my "crippled fish" hanging around with the guys this morning. You might think the red streak around his gills was coloration, and he had not been sick, for the way he swam around the tank this morning.

An old comic book ends with the Fantastic Four flying into the sunset as Reed Richards intones, "Where there is life, there is still hope." I also learned a little bit about the health care industry with its pills for every little ailment: At least at this stage, it appears the answer to helping this little fish was to do nothing (except keep the little thing inside in a predator-free environment) and let nature take its course.

It's almost time to move the guys outside for the summer, and I've been a little nervous about whether he has the constitution to survive the change. But today, at least, he seems well on the way to licking whatever it was that ailed him.