Fundraiser Doo 2017

I know I’ve said it a gazillion times before and will undoubtedly do so again – until the cows come home, I hear you say but, just as life, the doings of the Avon Roach Project are a series of highs and lows at varying altitudes, probably slightly more noticeable due to their concentrated frequency and unpredictability – and this years’ annual fundraiser, held on September 30^th, was no exception.

The organising and preparation is simply one bloody great big fat headache, but the result is nothing short of an absolutely amazing event oozing with a feel-good atmosphere it is impossible to describe, and a level of boundless generosity and support that is just eye-watering…

That’s pretty much it, really – basically, a bugger to organise, but a great doo in the end. So, I could leave it there and just finish with the usual line of pictures and captions.

However, I’d like to fill in some of the gaps, if I may, and if you have the patience for another outpouring…

This year the lows started almost immediately (freefalling in my head), following the first mailing of invites in June. Almost straight away I began receiving email after email after phone call after phone call telling me - Sorry we are going to miss the doo as we are in Ireland, or Scotland, or Canada, or it’s Dad’s birthday, or I’m at a wedding, or my birthday, or wife’s birthday, or illness (that’s forgiven) and so it went on…

Before I knew it, the attendee list was at minus twenty. It was looking like it was going to be just me and Berol (my imaginary friend – who, incidentally, has never missed a doo).

The attendee list was shrinking like a new fiver in a hot tumble dryer.

I’m sure you all know where this is going, but following an early dry spell, the flood-gates opened and the list grew to the usual healthy room-full. Friends of friends, guests of regulars, brothers, fathers, first-timers all signed up bringing the attendance to a very respectable sixty four. Goodness knows what might happen next year… I don’t know why I worry, or bother to mention it here, as the same tends to happen every year, but you know what we’re like for milking a bit of jeopardy and drama…

The whole thing was once again the most incredible event and an absolute pleasure and honour to be a part of.

The auction table was creaking under the weight of an amazing and diverse array of items, from exclusive fishing days and weekends, wonderful reels, rods, books, pictures and a whole lot more. It is impossible to thank and mention everyone here on this BLOG who donate them, but there were all the very dependable usual’s, which themselves form part of the foundation of the event each year, as well as the unusual’s, which are all very much appreciated and help the project go from strength to strength.

It’s worth mentioning here (I’ve resisted doing so before in an effort to give the benefit of the doubt and to allow a reasonable number of annual opportunities to pass) that most of the main tackle manufacturers are sent a request for an auction lot donation each year and the only one that has never let us down and who sends something every year, without fail, is Peter Drennan. Some, in fact all the others (other than one who has replied twice in the eight years) don’t even bother to reply to the letter.

Isn’t it interesting that a project aimed at improving the health of one of the most iconic rivers in the country, and now influencing and inspiring similar projects or elements of, throughout the country, can’t elicit even the slightest response from the companies who rely entirely on healthy fisheries – except the visionary and generous Peter Drennan.

So, whinge over… back to the story. Once again, the fishing was hard… Not sure if it’s the river conditions or the anglers. Unsurprisingly, this provoked plenty of banter in the room, which seems to get better and better each year. This year, again, the match ended up being won with a roach, but unlike previous years where the fish itself warranted the trophy; this year it came in as a welcome saviour…

That said, there were good numbers of fish caught and especially a decent number of roach. One particularly notable roach catch was made by regular attendee, great supporter and all-round good bloke Keith Elliott who managed 48 of ‘em… When was the last time the middle and lower Avon could boast that? I wonder where they might have come from…

The match should have been won with a magnificent 10oz dace, which was the best ‘specimen’ of the day, and fully worthy of the highly coveted trophy and title. Unfortunately, though, there were two 10oz dace caught – and not by the same person. So, the Management Committee, along with the Board of Decision Makers, the Policy Commission, the Judging Panel and the ARP Ombudsman met to discuss the dilemma, and after a few moments, Berol and me decided to award it to the biggest roach caught on the day. So, regular supporter and very generous contributor Stuart Brown nearly fell off his chair when his name was called out to be presented with the trophy, just proving how fair, democratic, even-handed and impartial the whole affair is.

The whole event was a fantastic success, and the total raised was once again over the six thousand pound mark which is the very lifeblood of the project allowing it to continue to be run at full pelt and relatively financially unencumbered.

I highlighted in my closing statement to everyone just what this kind of support enables; not just the obvious, but some of the absolute fundamentals, which might be taken for granted, and which make the most monumental difference in what is achieved.
Right from the moment the roach hatch they can receive the very best, irrespective of the cost, with Brine Shrimp eggs at more than one hundred quid per kilo (I can hatch and feed four kilos in the first couple of weeks of our roach’s lives), then the special cyprinid feed at the varying grades, from fine dust to small pellet, according to growth and demand both in the tanks and of course all the stews and ordered by the sack-load.

The feeding and management has been finely honed over the years and while we might get a fair yield from just dumping spawn laden boards directly into our stews and leaving them to get on with it and take their chance, or feeding with some old trout or general fish feed, we have proved that by carefully managing and giving the roach the best, we can raise at least five or six times the amount of healthy adult roach – we’ve tried it; so we know. And this can only be achieved through having the resources to do so which come from these annual fundraisers.

This year we are experiencing one of the best ever in terms of numbers of fish and growth rates due to the summer conditions and couldn’t resist getting a couple of little underwater films, on the ARP Happy-Snap camera to show you. Links below. Hope you like…
https://youtu.be/ZwZitZb5uOw     

https://youtu.be/3ITQhFyAlNo         

So, from the very depths of my heart I would like to give my sincere thanks to everyone who came along to the fundraiser, everyone who donated an auction lot and everyone who raised their hands to bid; to everyone who made a donation, Southern Fisheries for letting us have the Royalty as one of the venues for our fishing match, Ringwood and District Anglers Association for letting us have Severals and Christchurch Angling Club for allowing us to use Winkton, and of course everyone else who continues to support this most amazing project.

The dream continues to come true – for all of us…



A dining room full of supporters it is impossible to thank enough for their boundless generosity. Smiles and laughs, great food and great company – an atmosphere I wish I could bottle….



A scenic view of the lots table.

A couple of the more unusual items on the lots list in the foreground. The ‘Mad Hatter’ tea caddy contained what Chris Yates describes as beautifully preserved sea fishing tackle including the spinner on which he caught his first ever bass – it was a birds-nest in a tin… And the toothpaste box contained four floats excavated from his creel and presented in what he described as a lovely ‘float tube’... He should be locked up…

We are very lucky as each year great supporter and good mate David Miller sends us some of his fantastic artwork for auction, which is always extremely popular.

Another very special annual contribution is a specially made centrepin reel by David Beale donated by Ringwood Tackle.

Talking of ‘special’… Special case, Chris Yates, produced this ‘Waltonian Spell Card’ impregnated with a ‘special potion’ (Redmire water he keeps in a flask, collected the day he caught his record carp) entitled ‘Cast A Spell To Charm A Fish’ including full instructions on how to cast the spell… This resulted from a series of amusing telephone conversations I had with him…

I am unfortunate to suffer from occasional excruciating back issues and was in the midst of my most recent and particularly debilitating occurrence and was explaining to Chris on the phone (I’d like to say caused through pulling trees up by the roots or wrestling cattle or being in the A-Team, but it went simply as I loaded a box of beer into my car; but don’t let on…).

He said he’d send me a ‘bone and muscle spell’ that would ease it and that I should clear my mind of all thoughts and be doing absolutely nothing at exactly 3-30pm in order to receive the spell…. So, I did… No prizes for guessing that I wasn’t miraculously able to leap about like a 25 year old at twenty five to four.

I needed to speak to him again the following day, so asked him if he’d remembered to send the spell, which he said he had, and I asked when I might begin to feel the benefits from it, to which he replied… ‘Possibly in as little as six weeks or so…’

With such amazing powers it was decided to include a fishy related spell for our auction.

It was a mad dash to gather the last outstanding promised auction lots as the fundraiser day got closer, and I spent a delightful afternoon having lunch with Hugh and Sue Miles and Chris the week before where they generously loaded me with some wonderful treasures – perfect for the auction.

A startled Stuart Brown being presented with the winner’s trophy for his splendid roach which saved the day.

After the auction I stand and give a ten or fifteen minute (people say it feels like days) update on project events and try to express my thanks to everyone.

I know it might all seem like a formality, but I have tried to express the feeling before and failed, so will probably do so again here, but the moment I stand and see all the faces in the room, and as silence falls, there is an enormous, indescribable rush of honour and humility within me. I take a deep breath and pause for a moment as I realise that I am about to address a room-full of folks in an amazing setting having enjoyed a wonderful meal, a fabulous auction and a day fishing on multiple stretches of one of the most iconic rivers in the country in aid of a potty idea hatched almost a decade ago, which all started with nothing but a shed-load of self-belief, determination and a desire to have a go at making a difference, and was all held together, back then, with Sellotape and string and was funded through sponsored haircuts, half beard shaves, burglary and prostitution.

It is the most extraordinary feeling, and continues to be the most extraordinary journey, thanks to everyone’s boundless support.

The unsung heroes of the evening, Roy, our auctioneer, and his better half Jacquie who handles all the payments and receipts and checks that Roy and I are fully coordinated for the auction – and although only a slip of a thing she managed almost two helpings of treacle tart and custard… more than any of the boys did…

And this is what it’s all about – Roach glorious roach…

This is a shot of probably the most densely populated tank of fish in the history of the project, taken earlier this year. While an amazing achievement in itself, I have to also recognise the danger of this number of roach in such a small space, and the heightened risk of problems occurring, so will be moving them to the stews as soon as the water temperature drops significantly.

And, more glorious roach in the stews at Bickton. If only we could tell them what is responsible for their numbers and wellbeing…

As the roach continue to show signs of recovery in the Avon, and continue to be caught throughout the river in increasing numbers and regularity, with our first stocked likely to be getting close to that magical two pound mark soon, it is a real honour to be able to boast having a hand in it, which has all been, and continues to be, enabled through these annual fundraiser doo’s.

This little sparkler was one of a number taken a week or so after the fundraiser from smack-bang in the middle of the river below Fordingbridge, where we have made multiple deposits over the years.

Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together?

 

 

A Pleasant Summer Update...

 

I thought I’d give an unusual summer update leading up to our annual fundraiser doo as there is always so much that gets left out through such infrequent Blogging. I’m bloody useless at this game.

Well, it’s been a very eventful year, so far…. Which I guess they all are in some respects.

Bickton continues to please and surprise, as does Project HQ, even after all this time.

The nice summer has meant that survival and growth have been extraordinary, both in the tanks and in the stews. And while summer is always a fairly pleasant time in the ARP year with just maintenance of stews, grass cutting and strimming and generally keeping it all tidy and manageable, it can also be very rewarding as the fish of all ages, throughout the system, are very responsive, especially to the feed buckets. You can almost watch them growing before your very eyes.

We had a slight oxygen stress situation in the extreme heat early on, but this was easily remedied with a partial water change and some extra aeration and feeding adjustments.

The population density in one tank in particular is higher than has ever been known, probably in the history of the project, yet surprisingly the growth rate is on a par with the rest of the tanks. By now I’d have expected a slight natural arrest in growth (nothing to worry about, as once moved to the stews they all catch up and pack on the weight).

This huge number of fish generates an increased competitiveness at feeding time and the fish actually shatter the surface of the water in a kind of frantic feeding frenzy – of course, they don’t know I’ll be back a bit later with more, then again in the morning and afternoon and every bloody morning and evening till they move on to the stews and river and just forget about me – not even a phone call, a letter; nothing! ... Ungrateful little bastards!

When I move on to feed the next tank it sounds like someone is having a wee in a bucket next to me.

The whole project has been pretty mind-blowing of late with us now even having two stews full of fry from the spawning of the few adults we missed when netting for release into the river in March. It just goes to show that they will just get on with what they do if given the chance. These fish will have spawned within a month of us trying to net them for release. This confirms that the fish we did release will very likely have also spawned shortly after in the river. Nice thought eh? And, of course, that’s what it’s all about.

It has surprised us just how many manage to evade capture when we do the netting, despite running it round a number of times with many expert and experienced hands on the ropes until we catch either none, or just one or two. It is as the water clears and warms, and the fish become more active we realise we have missed as many as fifty individuals in some cases, which account for quite a lot of spawn, hence the stews appearing full of fry as the warm weeks and months pass.

This also answers the latest question being asked of whether the issue with Avon roach could be down to Avon water having some kind of effect on the health and wellbeing of the species (For the record, I have never believed this, but folks are free to ask what questions they like. I feel certain that some folks get more from asking almost impossible questions than trying to help find the answers… Well, our Avon Roach are living and growing happily and breeding successfully in Avon water in our stews, so there’s the answer. It would, however, be very difficult to prove definitively without our project – then just imagine all the ‘experts’ inferring, portending, cogitating and extrapolating the almost unanswerable… The eye of the storm is a very cosy place to be, sometimes).

The escapee population in our feeder stream are also sharing space with their own young, which is really uplifting and encouraging, and perhaps further evidence that there is a strong likelihood that the fish in the river will be enjoying similar success.

Reports continue to filter through of multiple catches of roach being taken in single sessions from throughout the river. Indeed, just this week we were told of a single catch or roach of more than twenty fish from just a few ounces up to one pound two.

Spawning was very successful in our new lake at Bickton also this year, so there is yet another ARP box with a big fat tick in it.

As I write this, stress levels are just entering orbit as we frantically deal with final preparations in the countdown to our annual fundraiser doo on 30^th September.

Finally, once again, I’d like to thank everyone for the fantastic support and encouragement.





One of eight tanks stuffed full of four month old Avon Roach.

Feeding time reveals the most extraordinary high stock density.



I might move this lot, and probably another three or four tank-fulls, to the stews at the beginning of the winter,

when the water is cold enough, rather than the latter part as they’ll probably be better off over-wintering in

a much larger environment.



While it is an amazing sight and achievement, it does have its risks with so many little lives in one small place.

Astonishing, nonetheless…



It’s not long before the first helping of food is almost gone. I tend to give them two or three helpings at each feed;

walking round and round the garden assessing each tank as I go….

Sounds like I know what I’m talking about, doesn’t it?



It is, of course, tempting to just stand there heaving the food at them, but this can be as dangerous as under feeding.



They get fed according to appetite and as soon as they show less interest, I stop.

Little and often is best, as with anything; even us, I guess.

We might manage two curries in a day, but not at the same time.



Bickton is looking good, with the grass cut and margins strimmed.

This is a view from the shed across the feeder stream in the foreground and over stew number one and zero beyond,

with the lake beyond that and round to the right.



Bickton stews looking back down the line of nine.

It’s difficult to get a real perspective from this angle and this height.



The margins of stew number one. This stew should be empty of adult roach,

but this little lot evaded capture last March and have now successfully spawned, and are thriving….

We’ll get ‘em next time.



Same spot in stew one, but here a few of the fry are visible in the foreground.



At the far end of the ARP plot, stew number six is brimming with roach which are the ones we’ll be netting for release this coming March. Even here, there are much larger roach which we missed when we netted a few years ago, and these too have spawned. You can see here that at feeding time the fish disturb clouds of silt and bubbles. We love it.



This is a shot of the 1+ fish deposited from the tanks to the Bickton stews last March. A year and a half old and growing like stink.



A close-up of the same group of roach. This is their reaction to just one scoop of feed. It’s images like this that make nice warm summers even nicer and warmer here in Avon Roach Project Land.



Some of our little population of escapees in the feeder stream enjoying being spoilt rotten with regular feeds.



There are roach of all ages in here; all thriving in this little stream, demonstrating how adaptable roach are and how they’ll flourish if they are given the chance.



As you can see, feeding time is quite special here as well, for them and us.





This picture shows very clearly the different sizes of roach all living and thriving in our stream. If we are managing this accidentally, goodness knows what we are enabling elsewhere on the river and the streams through our crazy efforts. We estimate the largest of these to be around half a pound.



 



 

 



 

 



 

 



 

 



 

 



 

 



 

 

 

 







 

 

 



 

 

 



 

 

 



 

 

 



 

 

 



 

 









 

 

Spawning and Hatching 2017

 

 

Just as we began getting used to the weather-man keep saying ‘average for the time of year’ and ‘the gardeners could do with a drop of rain’ we missed yet another golden opportunity to ‘Shut Up’… and began predicting the commencement of spawning.

Shoulders dropped, mouths widened, thermals got stuffed back in the ‘twice a year drawer’ and salad thoughts are braved; and we pencilled in April 25^th.

We then body-swerved a slight googly swerve-ball as temperatures were forecast to hit a scorching 23C in early April, so we predicted a possible early start. And, sure enough, on the hot weekend the roach did gather at the spawning boards. Then a few actually started to deposit eggs.

That was it, we thought. However, the temperature then plummeted and we were faced with events we had never encountered before.

Those few roach that had started spawning continued as the temperature fell, but the majority that hadn’t started simply backed away and held off, only to reappear two weeks later as the water temperature and day length aligned to trigger proper spawning.

So what? I hear you say…

Well, this meant that we now had roach eggs laid more than two weeks apart, which meant hatching would also be two weeks apart, so feeding brine shrimps would have to be done for more than twice as long as we like; and while the prospect of hatching roach and getting the brine shrimps into them has a huge appeal and sense of optimism leading up to it, the actual novelty of it all wears off in about twelve seconds – just kidding; it’s about a week, given the fact that the two feeds take up more than three hours of every day.

While it might all look fairly simple and straightforward, this dramatic temperature fluctuation and protracted spawning period proved to be extremely disruptive in a number of ways (but too dull to bore you guys with here). But then, we are dealing with Mother Nature, so perhaps should know by now to expect little else…

Anyway, enough of this whining…

The first quarter of the year comes hurtling at us at the speed of light, in ‘fast-forward’ mode, and while the relative warmth seeping into the lengthening days is delightfully uplifting, fuelling the sense of anticipation of kinder times, Bumble Bees and Brimstones, the sound of the first Cuckoo and arrival of the Swallows, it is also loaded with a sense of nervousness and anxiety as there is always so much to do in a fairly short period of time, all of which has to be scheduled and dealt with in order, despite what Mother Nature might throw at us.

It starts with the moving of the one year olds from the tanks to the stews and all the scrubbing and filling and preparations that follow this, then the delight of the annual fish releases into the river; a real sleeves-up, hands-on time allowing us a privileged opportunity to get the most from a unique situation and revel in a little self-indulgence, as you can see from the previous BLOG entry.

Spawning boards are placed in the river in the first week of April in preparation for the vital commencement of another cycle; an anxious time of held breath and crossed fingers; the lull before the most amazing storm.

Spawning was the usual dramatic affair, with a few locations once again showing an increase in numbers of fish attending the spawning boards. And while the stop-start spawning period was a little worrying and disruptive, it all ended up OK. However, the egg development and hatching was affected by the erratic temperatures in a way, and on a scale, we’d never seen before.

With the use of our little happy-snap underwater camera we can monitor development which helps us coordinate brine shrimp production with our hatchlings requirement for food. However, this year we were amazed at how development was slowed to almost a standstill with an unusually late bitter cold snap. Twelve days had passed and we could clearly see the little fish inside the eggs, indicating imminent hatching. The temperature then dropped through the floor and everything simply stopped. It was almost suspended animation in miniature, which lasted for days.

There was widespread scorching of delicate spring growth on plants and shrubs by an extremely late, and brittle frost. Two spawning boards with the last laid eggs were affected and we suffered a proportion of losses on these. The more developed eggs all survived and eventually hatched OK, but it was a very worrying time.

Now as we come into summer things have steadied themselves and a balance has resumed. We have tanks full of little roach which we can see growing day by day. The brine shrimp hatchery has been dismantled and chucked back in the garage and the roach are on the first stage of the specially formulated cyprinid powdered feed – so, easy-peasy times.

The sinister water boatmen are taking their toll on a few of our babies despite efforts to reduce their impact with new lids to the tanks, but on the flip side of this, our daphnia blooms in the tanks this year are like we’ve never known before. Our little roach can be seen taking full advantage of their instinct to squirt out live young every couple of weeks. So, for every Yin there is a Yang – the story of our lives.

Finally, some more great news; the small lake we had excavated at Bickton is also now fizzing with tiny roach. We floated four spawning boards in the hope that the fish we stocked would oblige and sure enough, they did. So, we now know we have yet another significant string to our ARP bow. There will have to be very strict management of this to conform to environmental regulations (some of which we helped formulate), but it’s a fantastic first step.

As usual, the rest is told through the pictures below.

Once again, thanks to everyone for the amazing help and support.



The tubercle frosted males arrived first, as usual, and began establishing territory on the spawning boards. Much of the initial chasing about is them seeing each other off. The occasional young female arrives early, but is soon forced to back off until numbers are more evenly balanced. Poor little things get utterly terrorised by the marauding males.

Then the big girls start to arrive, as you can see here, with the large female in the middle encircled by amorous frosted males.

Some of the males are surprisingly large too…

… and at a spawning board nearby, more of the same.

Then off they go.

It might simply look like a series of random explosions, but there is far more structure to it all than meets the eye. You need to be there…

It starts off quite slowly, until the females begin to arrive in greater numbers. Then the ‘explosions’ become more frequent.

And, there were some big old girls joining in again this year…

Pretty soon things were in full flow. The females would come in and get right in amongst the spawning board netting and be shrouded in ‘loving’ males as you can see here.

Our spawning boards, once again, proved to be irresistible to the roach, and even after all this time we are still amazed at the effectiveness of a bunch of netting banged to a plank and chucked in a river. I know there is more to it than that, but facts are facts….

The classic shot of a female exiting the spawning site with males in pursuit.

It might be difficult to make out from this picture, but this hopefully gives an indication of numbers of roach here. The population increase at this location has led to us placing twice as many spawning boards and replacing them more frequently to help ‘spread the load’.

This action continues for about five or six days and after a few days and a gazillion pictures, these explosions become slightly more predictable as the females are seen approaching. Sometimes there is just a flutter of attention as she glides in and away again, then there is the full-on intent as she heads into the netting on a mission to deposit her contribution to the next generation….. Mind-blowing stuff.

Fantastically explosive, and fantastic to be able to stand within a few feet and get these pictures.

This shot clearly shows two tubercle covered males rubbing against the larger smooth female to stimulate egg release. We have wondered all along if part of the attraction of our spawning boards is the texture which might be responsible for the same stimulation.

The big female rides the tangle of persistent rough males to exit.

One of the spawn-covered boards back home and in one of the tanks. One of the first days of the next three years in ARP care.

Twelve days later and hatching seems imminent – or so we thought…

After a tense and prolonged wait, hatching commences…. Phew!

When we start to see the hatchlings stuck to the underside of the spawning boards in the tank, we know it’s time to start thinking Brine Shrimps…

Not a very good shot, but the best I got of this stage this year. It shows that hatching is at full pelt and the Brine Shrimps need to be ready in a couple of days or so.

A few days later the tiny roach begin to swim freely in search of food, and we need to make sure it is there for them.

Brine Shrimp Hatchery ready to be filled and fired up.

The first full batch of shrimps ready in 48 hours. It’s always a slow start as not all the roach have hatched or detached so some are wasted at the early stage. However, it’s always better to be ready in advance than struggle to keep up.

And this is what we are looking for. Roach just a matter of a few days old full of their first feed of Brine Shrimps…… Aaaaahhhhh…..

And, yes, we just had to get you a close-up… What a bunch of saddo’s!

There is always an element of anxiety at every stage of the project, despite having done this for so many years, and here we have a shot of the first trial feed with the powdered food – interestingly and cleverly called ‘artimia replacer’….. Who’d have thought???... The way we tell if they are ready for it is to try a small feed in one tank and if they eat it and go pink, but don’t burst, then it’s OK. In fact, one of the main indicators of whether we are doing things correctly at all stages in the project is survival. The basics are; if they die, we are doing something wrong. Problem is, we can’t ask what it is we are doing wrong… Fortunately, we get more right than we get wrong.

And, yes, we had to include another close-up.

We just can’t resist a close-up…… However, one of the reasons we like to include some is that we are aware that very few folks will get to see an actual photograph of a roach so young. In fact, we have about twelve thousand we’d be happy to share with you….. No?

The powdered feed seems to take longer to go through the young roach than the Brine Shrimp, which can do so in about an hour. Another benefit of the powdered feed is that it can be fed more than twice a day using the ‘little and often’ approach. This is better for them and will aid better growth as in the wild (if they survive, and if the food is available) they will simply graze all day.

Difficult to tell from this shot so you might just have to take my word for it, but once on the powdered feed the roach can almost be seen growing each day.

One of those shots that show the numbers of fish we can have in the tanks. These are all bulging pink after a feed. Not all will survive the year in the tanks, but we have to ask how many would have survived even to this age in the wild?

Yes, we did actually take and post a picture of the daphnia bloom in the tanks and our little roach mingling with them and eating their live young. The adult daphnia are too big for our roach at this stage, but as our roach grow that changes and the adult daphnia disappear.

Water Boatmen take a number of our babies and grow with the roach, so they remain a threat for the entire time they are in the tanks together – and beyond, I dare say.

We can comfort ourselves with the fact that we hatch and grow sufficient numbers to be able to sustain a small level of losses to predation.

From ‘Mud-Pie’ to a lake fizzing with roach hatchlings. Don’t you just love it when a plan comes together. There are times within this project when pennies drop a fiver at a time, and this might just be one of those times.

We’ll leave to with some intimate roach action and the shot of the big female roach being ‘stimulated’ by frosted males at our spawning boards. What a shot. What a year so far.