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LOL…here in CT that’c across the state. :winkgrin: Unless you’re trying to travel on Rte 84 through Hartford during rush hour…then that’s 90 minutes for 2 miles. :lol:
Shad roe isn’t as easy to find as it used to be. Not as many people seem to enjoy it anymore, my husband loves it and I enjoy it too. But Westbrook does carry it…if they don’t have it in they’ll contact you when they do get it in. You can pick up or have it delivered. Oddly enough…Westbrook Lobster House (both a restaurant and a fish seller) isn’t in Westbrook but right near the town line on the Clinton side. Fantastic fresh steamers there too. Mmmmm, now I’m hungry.[/QUOTE]
Did you HAVE to mention Westbrook? And steamers? I grew up in CT, and when I go home to visit, you bet we go there. But hello, WHY does no one in MD understand the concept of steamers?! With broth and butter and…oooh…boy…:winkgrin: Between the lack of good steamers and the horrendous pizza, I eat like…well, like a goldfish when I go home.
Seriously, though. Whatch your feeder goldfishies, folks! I had a few in a 10g tank not knowing any better when I was a kid. 3 survived and grew to be HUGE. I had to get them bigger and bigger tanks. When I would clean their water, they would swim upside-down like they were dying. When they were hungry, they would swim up and press their big ol’ fishy-eyeballs against the glass and beg. Friends would not sleep over due to being “creeped out” by my fishies! When I graduated HS, they were 6 years old and I gave them to a guy with a pond…they finally went to fishy heaven 4 years ago…whoa.
I find the idea of fish in the troughs kinda charming, until I remember my feeders, and wonder what on EARTH my terribly spooky horse would do if an eyeball emerged from the deep to stare up at him, hoping he transported some sort of yummies. Whoa. That would be an ugly scene.
ETA: Also, please think of your horses. I don’t know about yours, but ours at the farm LOVE trough-cleaning days. My own gelding’s field takes the cake…they gather round and watch with much anticipation, splashing in puddles of dumped water, snuffling in mud created by said dumped water, and then acting like horribly dehydrated ponies when the water is re-filling, all slurping every last bit. It does not matter how far away they are when trough-cleaning begins, they migrate over for the big event. Would you want to deprive your horses of this??