Molly, my oldest largest female blackfish, has really taken on a personality of her own. She owns the pond now. Every time I walk past the aquarium she meets me with her beautiful little eyes pressed to the glass. And then she watches my hands very carefully until they drop a treat. If I press my nose to the glass she comes up and presses hers. It's so sweet. Like a fish kiss. A part of me never thought that such an unrelatable animal- like a fish- could develope a personality, yet alone a seemingly fondness of a human. It's extraordinary. I can't believe how fearless she is. And how unique every single of her roommates are. Each one is different from another. It's utterly fascinating.
