So long and thanks for all the...
The morning of our salmon release we wrote goodbye letters to our finned friends. Enjoy a few :)
Dear Salmon Fry,
You were so squishy, now you’re so big and fast. I remember when you shot up in the corner and now you’re just so calm. I wonder who your mom and father are. I hope that nothing will ever hurt you. I hope you get a job and get a wife. You just started the salmon cycle. I’m so proud of you no matter what. I want you to remember me, Joseph. When we release you, you will turn into smolt, then adults, then spawners and your wife will lay lots of eggs. Just like you when you were born.
Love Jed
Dear Salmon, We got you guys as eggs. You were so small and we watched you grow. You’re now a fry and I’ll miss you so. I hope you enjoy the ocean. You’ll get into the creek and love it at once. The shimmering creek will soon be your home. You’ll travel downstream and you’ll be happy. You’ll spawn and make eggs. I’ll miss you forever. You’ll feel free swimming with the sun glistening down on you. When we release you we’ll cry but we will do it just for you. We will be happy for you swimming away. You guys gave us company and you watched all our movies. I’ll miss you forever. You were all in our hearts and it was a miracle to raise you. You might be far away but you’ll always stay by my side. You’ve always been the best audience in Reader’s Theatre. You never boo when something’s bad and that’s what makes you guys good sports. You guys may die, but that’s part of life. You’re very cute and sweet and you were my best friends. I watched you grow from eggs to alevin to fry. I’ll miss you so much. Goodbye. Love Khayali Dear Salmon I love the way your tails glimmer and splash in our beautiful aqua tank. I really enjoyed watching you guys hatch, with all of your might. I also really, truly enjoyed when you would greet me with a wave of the fin in the morning. Wishing will only go so far but I wish all of you get to Hadden creek without falling out of our cups, and without bears, hawks, and coyotes eating you. When you get to the ocean please become strong like sumo wrestlers, eat a whole lot, then come back, spawn, and make sure the fertilization is good. Here’s a poem I thought up for you… Dear little fishies from down the stream, I know that you all are going to make your dream. From little eggs to big, big fry, I think it’s fair to say that I will cry. From eggs to alevin to fry to smolts, You will grow up to be a Mulgrave Thunderbolt! Goodbye and good-luck! Love, Gabi























