“Mommy, Mommy, look! That fish is walking on the grass? Look, Mommy!” My young son yelled.
“A. Fish. Is. Walking,” said my oldest daughter Rachel, twisting her face into a puzzled look.
Hannah ran over to me in amazement of the unbelievable sight.
“Mom! The fish’s walking on his head!”
I was puzzled by their statements. My eyes traced my daughter’s pointing arm to the patch of grass on the other side of the running creek, about twenty feet away. There, as plain as day, was a strange sight.
A seven inch sunfish, head down, tail straight up, moved up and down along the grass as if it was walking on its head. Continue reading